The butterfly that flies free
Is one who never goes without a name
She flies free in search of the light of liberation
Out of the dusts of the densely darkening day
She is glorious, spreading her wings far and wide
To see the growing sun shine by and by
They try to catch her; the children chase
Yet, she glides through the clouds of the sky
Untouched, untainted—just riding, illuminated
Ascending the chills of adversity
And her peace is hers alone
Is one who never goes without a name
She flies free in search of the light of liberation
Out of the dusts of the densely darkening day
She is glorious, spreading her wings far and wide
To see the growing sun shine by and by
They try to catch her; the children chase
Yet, she glides through the clouds of the sky
Untouched, untainted—just riding, illuminated
Ascending the chills of adversity
And her peace is hers alone
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