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ஐ The life of a butterfly I knew... This is the life Of a butterfly I knew.
Who started out as a caterpillar.
Who wanted to fly and see the world.
Who would let nobody stand in her way.
Now she is a cocoon - shielded from the parasites who feed of her and can't live their lives without knowing what she does.
Shielded from the egotistical minds that changes how she thinks.
I saw her brake away from the cocoon.
She started to fly, far,far, away.
But then the animals looked at her.
She started to wonder?
Are my wings to colorful?
Are they envious, or do they find me ugly?
But it was to late -her self-conscience would'n't let her moove.
She needed to become like the others.
And then she was gone.
Captured
Held by a jar in a windowsill ,where she lived the reste of her life wondering what went wrong.
ஐ The butterfly I knew
This is the life Of a butterfly I knew.
Who started out as a catpillar.
Who wanted to fly and see the world.
Who would let nobody stand in her way.
 Now she is a coccon - shielded from the parasites who feed off her and can't live their lives without knowing what she does.
Shielded from the egotistical minds that changes how she thinks.
I saw her break away from the coccon.
She started to fly, far, far, away.
But then the animals looked at her.
She started to wonder?
Are my wings to colorful?
Are they envious, or do they find me ugly?
But it was to late - her selfconcience wouldn't let her move.
She needed to become like the others.
And then she was gone.
Captured
Held by a jar in a windowsill, where she lived the rest of her life wondering what went wrong.
ஐ Touch My Life Touch my life with tenderness
and fill my cup with love.
Share my dreams as I share yours
Beyond the stars abowe.
Take my hand as I grow old
And lead me when I'm blind.
Show me that you really care...
Good Friends are hard to find.
Touch my heart and I touch yours
A little more each day
And then we'll both find happiness
Somewhere along the way.
ஐ Heartprints
Whatever our hands touch We leave fingerprints,
On walls, on furniture,
on doorknobs, dishes, books,
As we touch we leave our indentety.
 Oh, please where ever I go today,
Help me leave heartprints,
Heartprints of compassion!
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness
and genuine concern.
May my touch a lonley neighbor
Or a runnaway daughter,
Or an anvious mother,
Or porhaps a dear frind.
I shall go out today
To leave heartprints,
And if someone shold say
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense be...
Your love
Touching...throug Me.
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