"Trade me a memory" the butterfly said, "A memory that's heavy and harsh And I'll sit and I'll listen and try my sweet best To lighten the load on your heart" So he told her of struggles, of heartache and pain And he cried as he spoke them aloud For it wasn't one memory but lots of the same That were, all of them, weighing him down He spoke of a place full of darkness and fear A tunnel devoid of all hope Then the spots on her wings deftly captured his tears And softly and gently she spoke "Thanks for the memories " the butterfly said Then she gave him a butterfly kiss Then she took a deep breath as she wistfully sighed And then traded her memories for his "I've always been me but not always like this There was once were I thought I had died I was shrouded in darkness 'til I grew my wings See, I needed the darkness to fly" BH
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