Pretty Things

Neither butterflies or angels
Can fly with broken wings
Nor can they soar
When tethered by strings
But you don’t really care
In your quest to possess
Such pretty things
If you’re happy, that’s all that matters

I cry now because she was both
Once upon a time, once upon a time
A colourful creature
Of gentle soul
Who breathed the divine

She trusted you like the wind
Thought you’d carry her higher
But that was never the plan
Instead
Her freedom you stole
Her wings laced with holes
She was restrained not by chains
But by your silver band

But by your silver band
But by your silver band

You say you long for beauty
In a world uninspiring
Yet you’re blind to the ugliness
You hide
As you sit, watching her dying
Fading more day by day

How much more would she have become
How high could she have flown
If she were free
Not claimed for your own
But you have never cared
In your quest to possess
A pretty thing
But you’re happy and that’s what matters

I cry now because she was both
Once upon a time, once upon a time
A colorful creature
Of gentle soul
Who breathed the divine

She trusted you like the wind
Thought you’d carry her higher
But that was never the plan
Instead
Her freedom you stole
Her wings laced with holes
She was restrained not by chains
But by your silver band
But by your silver band
But by your silver band

You say you long for beauty
In a world uninspiring
Yet you’re blind to the ugliness
You hide
As you sit, watching her dying
Fading more day by day

But by your silver band
But by your silver band
But by your silver band
But by your silver band
But by your silver band
But by your silver band
Day by day

Inside she is dying
But only you matter