Butterfly flyaway

I am a butterfly with a broken wing

Suspended on a string

outside the window where the willows grow

high above grass covered in snow

I try to fly away

But then the string holds me back

but when the tree sways

or the wind blows

i feel a gentle push and i fly

but the string pulls me back

i was once a vibrant butterfly

hopping from one bud to another

I was free as the summer breeze

until the day i saw something shining

in the park among the bevies

All that glitters aint gold they say

i hopped from the bud to the glittering

piece of metal

and got caught in a net

i was once a vibrant butterfly

now i have lost all my colours

i have faded in the sun

all that is left is a broken wing