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White Butterflies
by Alec Damiano © 2009
Written for My Dear Friend, Sophia Palma
R.I.P.
Today the world was grey
Awoken with the sorrow of your name
Written along a certain date
With a sorrowful tragic fate
The raindrops running down my face
Could not turn this awful tide
And the rolling thunder
Was like the march of the Great Divide
The young were inconsolable
The older in agony
Hard to believe it happened so soon
Far too soon for us to believe
If only, someday, the world were anew
Blinded by the light of your smile
If only, once again, you could be here
To lighten up this life for a while
Your soul was as bright
As the wings of white butterflies
Fluttering and flickering
Brighter than the summer skies
If somehow we all could
Turn back the hands of time
None would be lost
And all would be found
If I could turn back the hands of time
And descend into the abyss
I would trade my place for yours
So the world wouldn’t be amiss
Of your light…
I shall not see a butterfly
As sweet and bright again
Wait until the thunderbolts
Call us back to the western wind
Rejoicing to hide sorrow
Is an illusion, I must say
I tried to pull the wool over my eyes
Wishing this couldn’t be the day
I stepped into reality
And was not pleased with what I found
The world around me bled pitch black
And sucked me into the ground
Time fools one and leaves scars
And then heals them year by year
In this dark world, we hope to see
Your light once again my dear
Your soul was as bright
As the wings of white butterflies
Fluttering and flickering
Brighter than the summer skies
If somehow we all could
Turn back the hands of time
None would be lost
And all would be found
If I could turn back the hands of time
And descend into the abyss
I would trade my place for yours
So the world wouldn’t be amiss
I shall not see a butterfly
As sweet and bright again
Wait until the thunderbolts
Call us back to the western wind
by Alec Damiano © 2009
Written for My Dear Friend, Sophia Palma
R.I.P.
Today the world was grey
Awoken with the sorrow of your name
Written along a certain date
With a sorrowful tragic fate
The raindrops running down my face
Could not turn this awful tide
And the rolling thunder
Was like the march of the Great Divide
The young were inconsolable
The older in agony
Hard to believe it happened so soon
Far too soon for us to believe
If only, someday, the world were anew
Blinded by the light of your smile
If only, once again, you could be here
To lighten up this life for a while
Your soul was as bright
As the wings of white butterflies
Fluttering and flickering
Brighter than the summer skies
If somehow we all could
Turn back the hands of time
None would be lost
And all would be found
If I could turn back the hands of time
And descend into the abyss
I would trade my place for yours
So the world wouldn’t be amiss
Of your light…
I shall not see a butterfly
As sweet and bright again
Wait until the thunderbolts
Call us back to the western wind
Rejoicing to hide sorrow
Is an illusion, I must say
I tried to pull the wool over my eyes
Wishing this couldn’t be the day
I stepped into reality
And was not pleased with what I found
The world around me bled pitch black
And sucked me into the ground
Time fools one and leaves scars
And then heals them year by year
In this dark world, we hope to see
Your light once again my dear
Your soul was as bright
As the wings of white butterflies
Fluttering and flickering
Brighter than the summer skies
If somehow we all could
Turn back the hands of time
None would be lost
And all would be found
If I could turn back the hands of time
And descend into the abyss
I would trade my place for yours
So the world wouldn’t be amiss
I shall not see a butterfly
As sweet and bright again
Wait until the thunderbolts
Call us back to the western wind
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There is a legend that says, if you see a white butterfly shortly after a loved one dies, it means their soul is finally at rest in Heaven.
This picture seemed to fit the poem: [link]
This is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who passed away last night. Her name was Sophia Palma. Even though we belonged to different cliques, she managed to bridge that divide and become a dear friend of mine. She made a huge impact on my life in the 5 short years I knew her. Now, I only hope she is resting in peace and sleeping among the angels.
R.I.P. Sophie.
You were too brilliant for this world.
This picture seemed to fit the poem: [link]
This is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who passed away last night. Her name was Sophia Palma. Even though we belonged to different cliques, she managed to bridge that divide and become a dear friend of mine. She made a huge impact on my life in the 5 short years I knew her. Now, I only hope she is resting in peace and sleeping among the angels.
R.I.P. Sophie.
You were too brilliant for this world.
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This is beautiful, darling. I'm sure she would have loved it.