Blue Butterflies - Emma Shapplin

I read your signs\nWorship your voices\nYour figure so fine\nYour lips a treasure\nYour innate desire of integrity\nYour sense of honor,\nResponsibility\nWhen you open your arms\nIn the rays of light\nHere I found you\nBlue butterflies\nIs there anybody\nOut there?\nIs there anybody\nI listen…\nNo footsteps on the straight line\nI’m dancing all around\nScratching my skin\nThe moon is rising highl feel the air\nLicking my nape\nIs there anybody\nOut there?\nI survived\nI look for blue butterflies\nI’m searching for rarity\nLooking for the true kind\nThe sole beauty\nI was hiding my flesh from a sun\nHiding from cruelty\nNow I’m back, I’m alive\nFree\nThe Dead Man says:\nTorture is an irony\nBut for the living a fatality!\nHe says:\nTake a deep breath\nBefore your jump\nInto that clump\nOf vicious vanity\nI look for blue butterflies\nI’m searching for rarity\nLooking for the true kind\nThe sole beauty\nI was hiding my flesh from a sun\nHiding from cruelty\nNow I’m back, I’m alive\nTo my own reality\nThere’s a story\nBehind our prayers\nBehind be to faith prayers\nThose inner connections\nToo difficult to bare\nCan you hold your breath\nYour thoughts, your tears\nUntil you clear out\nYour own intricacies?\nI look for blue butterflies\nI’m searching for rarity\nLooking for the true kind\nThe sole beauty\nI was hiding my flesh from a sun\nHiding from cruelty\nNow I’m back, I’m alive\nTo my own reality\nI look for blue butterflies\nI’m searching for rarity\nNow I’m back, I’m alive\nLooking for the true kind\nThe sole beauty\nI was hiding my flesh from a sun\nHiding from cruelty\nNow I’m back, I’m alive\nTo my own reality