I've never really struggled to write. Unfortunately something happened to me and I lost the passion that once burned so intensely. Over the last few weeks, I could sense a creative impulse stirring within me. Tonight I wrote a haunting melody to these lyrics. It is called 'Butterfly.' I've posted a quick sketch on my soundcloud page. this is the third song that I have written in as many days. I'm setting myself a time limit for writing so the sketches are coming together with great speed. I love this song and am happy to have discovered the desire to write again.
Butterfly
I watched the fluttering of wings, a splash of colour on the breeze,
the south wind rustled through the trees; no more than a month on the wing.
A dance from morning until night, through the meadow to the lake, hardly stopping for a break;
in nature her drama unfolds.
Butterfly, purposeful and free,
we could all observe your flight; change our destiny.
I saw umbrellas rise then fall, cars were racing through the streets.
A crowd of people paused to meet. In the church yard I whispered your name.
No one noticed as they left. They placed their bibles by the door.
Every footstep on the floor, recording the trials that they faced.
Butterfly, purposeful and free,
we could all observe your flight; change our destiny.
Butterfly, purposeful and free.
We could all observe your flight; change our destiny.
Butterfly
Butterfly.
Written by Paul Vasey August 2023
