I want to write a song that she will hear,
She who holds beauty beyond reason.
She, whose eyes like butterflies
Reach to meet the morning sunlight
as it warms their wings
and they rest upon the rainbows
as they wish for simple things
I want to play a song for her to sing
she who hold beauty beyond reason.
she, whose eyes like butterflies
tell her everything she’ll ever need to know,
taking flight beyond the moonlight to behold
beauty beyond reason.
She who knows the reason we must fight for our lives,
She who knows the season comes
to take out the knife from her wounded soul,
for she holds beauty beyond reason