Butterfly Away
copyright 1992 Mary Bertke
F#m Bm
You beckon so warmly on a cold winter night,
A D E
you open your arms, surrounded by light.
F#m Bm
But because of my learning, it doesn’t feel right
A E
that you could come so close to me.
Like a silly butterfly, I’ll retreat as you approach
my heart like Cinderella’s as she fled in her coach
for fears and ill dreamings have kept me away.
You’re a flame—I fear your warmth.
Instead of to your arms, to freedom I’ll fly.
In wind I am born, and in breezes I’ll die.
But sometimes I must wonder, and ask myself why
I cannot settle on you.
For a time I’ll alight, but before you’re aware,
once again I’ll take flight, and you won’t find me there.
And you’ll wonder what touched you with the gentleness of air,
and you’ll see me, so far away.
If I rest for too long, I’ll forget I once flew,
I’ll be trapped, and enchained, but it won’t be by you,
but by my dreams and feelings of what I’m s’posed to do,
and who I’m supposed to be.
So once more to the wind’s cold embrace I shall fly,
all alone, for my dreams, I’ll feel able to try.
And if sometimes you hear me breathe a small, wistful sigh,
You’ll know I am thinking of you.
F#m Bm F#m
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