I think you’re made of flowers, how you bloom when there’s light in your skin.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGI think you’re made of flowers, how you bloom when there’s light in your skin.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGMy fear falls quiet with the way he speaks of me in his sleep.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGYou remind me what heavens air felt like, I think you’re here to walk me home.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGShe’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGI think its breathtaking – How your heart just spills out of you.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGLet your head quiet, go where your heart sways.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGI keep falling, and feeling, and loving too much, but isn’t feeling it all existence.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGMy soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGYou are a golden thing in this heavy, heavy world.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGTo be steady in the soul and free in the spirit.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGThis world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGJust hoping for the gentle in the unknown.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGShe’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGWhy else are we here if not to live with unreasonable passion for things.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGLike a butterfly, her wings unfolded.
BUTTERFLIES RISINGI just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters.
BUTTERFLIES RISING