Wandering Butterfly
Riding on the wind, so free and real.
Can’t break my soul, I’m ever so still.
Constant chatter of nonsense–No depth
You call this freedom, I call it death.
Bondage is broken, lives are changed.
Power of oneness; but you complain.
Only you are right?
Your truth shall remain?
We need to evolve, look at all the pain.
We cannot sit back–Watch and play
While countless people wither away.
For the sake of your soap box;
you will not love?
Good bye religion and your fake love!
A God who says you are good.
A God who loves you with no strings.
Let real love flow from wandering beings.
New life in you of love, joy, and peace.
Real love empowers, strengthens, and helps your needs.
Wandering butterfly, where have you been?
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