Slowly you will rise and see
That what you wanted, who you are
Is not what you aspired to be.
And you start again,
You start anew.
Slowly you will rise and see
That what you loved, who they are
Is not what you dreamed them to be.
And you start again,
You start anew.
Slowly you will rise and see
That what you knew, who you were
Is tangled forever in what you’ll be
(And you start again – always
You start again,
Because dreams like butterflies
Always fly free)

Copyright Hiraeth 2014