She was a lost girl with butterflies in her hair.
She danced in the meadow with bare feet to feel the earth between her toes.
She was a lost girl with butterflies in her hair.
She danced along the road so she had somewhere to go.
She was a lost girl with butterflies in her hair.
She wore long clothes to hide the pain as she spun around.
She was a lost girl with butterflies in her hair.
She didn't bring an umbrella when it rained. So she could feel the agony being washed away.
She was a lost girl with butterflies in her hair.
When she smiled even the sun began to flicker.
She was a lost girl with butterflies in her hair.
And one day the butterflies died because the road she was dancing on led her to a place she could call home.

A.N
Hey robots. I know it's short. But I felt like writing something short. It's not the best by any means. But  one of my friends had her birthday recently. So I wrote it for her. I hope she likes it!
Anyway... What did ya think ink?
Your author Geno signing out.