Butterflies in the winter paint pretty pictures
dull times with colorful shines that give gloomy days a bright light for a limited period.
Giving energy to the faint spirited, those too depressed to forgive their own regrets
So every night they don't rest, cause its always interrupted by cold sweats from corrupted dreams in between their sheets, while the meek enjoy their sleep
Butterflies in the winter paint pretty pictures
like a mother's smile after she's over come her longest mile
the one that included the death of her oldest son
or like the joy of soulmates entering through the pearly gates, or perhaps like the relief and peace of a brother released from the slammer's teeth
Butterflies in the winter paint pretty pictures
like color intertwined into a black and white film viewed for the 1st time by blind eyes
that have just been revived by the Most High
like dreams achieved after all the work has been received and perceived
Butterflies in the winter paint pretty pictures
like Piecso and Michaelanglo painted the roof of a chapel