Counting Butterflies 🦋

Beautiful tears come from happy cries

I’ve learned cries can come from light

I remember how it was

A time before I counted butterflies

And before my soul took flight

Something kept me concealed

Wishing for a moment I could break free

At last the truth revealed

There was something special in me

I became what I’m supposed to be

Landing on flowers and touching the sky

I’m finally happy to be me

Now joy comes naturally I don’t even try

Counting my blessings in butterflies

Spotting grace on their wings

Grateful for all my lows and highs

Fluttering above the springs

Covering the distance and all the skies

Untouched by anything