Capitalism - Butterflies wing

I started with a tear and a smile...

Hopes to see behind the veil for a while...

She was the reflection of God, for what God said...

I saw a desire for support under her shed...

For i was a butterflies wing in the storm...

Going on...

Going on...

Thoughts were told and paradise was gold...

Numbers gave goals to hold...

Steering in books and intellect...

Meant nothing at last to be like the rest...

For i was a butterflies wing in the storm...

Gong on...

Going on...

I went for the bread...

All set for that mechanical being...

To feed her, to live that dream...

Never knew, i was just an unheard scream...

That flock and that stream...

They grew upon while i got older...

My each day became a dead dream...

For they reached an age when i wanted a shoulder...

For i was a butterflies wing in the storm...

Going on...

Going on...

Left with the thoughts and memories...

Why couldn't i be what i ever felt in me...

As weak as a child again...

O father i am sorry today for the pain...

O mother, you are the desire, the heaven to steal...

For i was a butterflies wing in the storm...

Going on...

Going on...

O'you Old Man...

Reflect!