Butterfly Across The Meadow

Our dreams were wild flowers that arrested the field

In colours of youth and innocence

Our dreams were wild flowers that crowned the field

In a glory that was to fade

We were dreamers mapping the journey of clouds

Arriving in distant lands of adventure

Where we planted all our dreams

We were dreamers mapping the journey of clouds

Hoping to arrive in a distant future

Where dreams grew as tall as oaks

Butterfly across the meadow

Mother of our present

Can you carry our tomorrow for us?

Butterfly across the meadow

Lover of our present

Can you carry our tomorrow for us?

Our tomorrow is pollen from our dried tears

And our sorrow has become pregnant with dreams

For we have cried out all our nightmares

Butterfly across the meadow

Flying across the field to the distant mountains

Won’t you linger at those familiar bus stops?

Adorned with ghost flowers littering the lush field

Butterfly across the meadow

Flying across the field to distant mountains

Won’t you linger at these familiar bus stops?

Of ghost flowers echoing the past of buried dreams

Our dreams were once wild flowers that arrested this field

In bright colours of youth and innocence

Our dreams were once wild flowers that crowned this field

In a glory that has surely come to fade

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