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Wrapped around the point thereâs a garden of flower and scent
There flutters a damaged butterfly her wings twisted and bent
She rides the breeze close to the edge I hope she wonât fall in
She fights her way with broken wing I pray she wonât fall in
Perhaps sheâll fly
Standing on the headland thereâs a man with beard and frown
He stares to the horizon and those boats a-fishing bound
His shoes are highly polished but the soles are wearing thin
His poems are for a loved one but heâs going to throw them in
Perhaps heâll die, die perhaps heâll die
Perhaps heâll die, die to a broken manâs song
Perhaps heâll die
This wasnât in his script nor in his plans
He watched a butterfly slip through a trusting hand
A trusting hand
Stands a friend of broken man with hand on heart on chest
Sees the damaged butterfly and prays for her to rest
And rise above the ocean waves and fly with mended wing
Land in garden of happiness and never fall in
Perhaps sheâll fly, fly perhaps sheâll fly
Perhaps sheâll fly, fly to a broken manâs song
Fly into the setting sun
Fly to a broken manâs song
Fly into the setting sun
Perhaps sheâll fly