Butterflies
dance around my hand,
And
rainbows decorate the land.
I
see rainbows and butterflies
And
stars at night that fill the skies.
These
are things that I sometimes see,
But
mostly when you're here with me.
I
hear the birds and see the deer
That
come to visit when you are near.
That's
not the way when you are gone.
The
place is cold as winter dawn.
Each
time, my Dear, you go away
The
blue skies turn slowly to gray.
Rainbows
and butterflies some day
May
come again, and want to stay.
If
a cloud should rain down trouble,
The
rainbows would only double.
Butterflies,
rainbows, hopes, and fears ~
Sometimes
we see, even through tears,
A
star to wish on - far above…
Or
answered prayer that brings us love.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 2002
The midi you are listening to is......"I'll Leave This World"
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author."
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