They were meant to be filled
With many smiling faces
No one should be alone
In dark and empty spaces
Flowers cannot grow
In beds lacking sunlight
Eagles cannot fly free
If you take away their flight
I know of a butterfly
Held tight in hungry hands
Wings turning to powder
Never flying on the lands
Tell me what's the purpose
To keeping beauty captive
To want what is best for you
When it's no longer active
A heavy heart has tears
That fall heavy like the rain
How can this be happiness
When all that's seen is pain
So there are times of sorrow
In that which makes you smile
It's not your right however
To hide it for a while...
- ©Simone McLeod June 15, 2014
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