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Plaserae Johnson

Countless Butterflies

Beautiful tears come from happy cries
I’ve learned cries can come from light
I remember how it was
A time before I counted butterflies
And before my soul took flight


Something kept me concealed
Wishing for a moment I could break free
At last the truth revealed
There was something special in me
I became what I'm supposed to be
Landing on flowers and touching the sky


I'm finally happy to be me
Now joy comes naturally I don't even try
Counting my blessings in butterflies
Spotting grace on their wings
Grateful for all my lows and highs
Fluttering above the springs
Covering the distance and all the skies
Untouched by anything