You come back to us as little white butterflies and I look for you every day. There are two songs entitled "Butterflies are Free". The one I keep hearing in my head was from a play turned into a movie with Goldie Hawn and Edward Albert, Jr. in the early '70's. I loved that movie when I was so young. The other song is by Debbie Gibson, one that I've never heard. And I wonder, where are you?
So why the crying?
Were our brave words lying
when we both agreed
there'd be no tears in our goodbying?
Butterflies are free, and so are.
S. Schwartz
Free to come and go
free to spread their wings,
know that I'll know
you'll come back to me.
You see a light,
you hear the call,
and if I don't let you fly,
I don't know you at all.
So go on and roam,
see all that you can,
Born unto this earth a curious soul,
you and you alone can make you feel whole...
D. Gibson
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