The Vision
My hands turned into a million
White butterflies
Rushing to the moon
Where am I going?
To the drops and the whispers
To the winds and the tops
To the shortness of life
Filled with wings
You just found a place to tell your story
You just found a place to tell your story
My hands turned into a million
White butterflies
Rushing to the moon
Where am I going?
To the drops and the whispers
To the winds and the tops
To the shortness of life
Filled with wings
