I can see the bu*terflies as they seemed to me:
More colors than imagined; More colors than a dream
I can see them flying oh so easily
So like drifting bubbles caught upon the breeze
It seems that there were thousands dancing through the air
Now it seems they're few and painted by despair
Memory can prove false or weave into dreams,
But my life has taught me that nothing's what it seems
I remember scaled wings; fragile shining blue
They were pulsing like a heartbeat, a dreamlike ghostly glow
Wings of blue flame deeper than the skies
So like the sun's reflection shining in d**h's eyes