I see you asking the world where to go.
Should you float away left, right?
Should you hide under a rock and forever hide.
I hold your hand and you shy away.
I lay my head on yours and you don’t know what to do.
Like a butterfly, you shy away.
You sense me coming and fly away.
Have you been hurt so many times that the world is no longer livable?
Have you forgotten that touch, love, and sympathy are applicable?
I see you.
All lost and stuck in your head.
Can you embrace your colors?
Fly like a butterfly onto my hands and see that there’s no need to fly away.
The world won’t hurt you,
Especially if I’m the one holding your hand…