The Iron Butterflies
Mother and child so close they were one
Free floating butterflies who danced in the sun
They were captured and tortured by a demon of pain
Escape was no option, attempts were in vain
Physical pain was not his deal
Emotional pain was all too real
Smpthering slowly as if in a glass tomb
They wait for escape as if from the womb
Their love for each other he used against them
A sin of such greatness that God will condemn
Splitting apart unconditional love
Will not go unnoticed by the judge from above
Betrayed by each other as one ran for freedom
The other stayed and prayed death would come
One was strong the other was weak
One was brave the other was meek
One lay shattered within her glass tomb
The other escaped as if from the womb
The strong one was wounded but still tried to fly
The other felt helpless and wanted to die
The young butterfly remembered their tie
She reminded the other one how to fly
Each on their right shoulder a reminder is there
Of the pain that they suffered and how much they care
As fragile as glass they used to be
Now iron butterflies at last they are free
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