For Devera*

There once was a girl
So fragile and carefree
She lived her life her way
And played her own music
And nobody could see
This girl she was broken
Afraid no one would see
How deeply she felt things
And wanted to be free

She lived her life her way
And gave her love freely
To all who would love her
Or say that they loved her
She could not recover
Didn't want to discover
They might not have loved her
So gave herself freely
Not all butterflies are free

But then she was taken
And then she was broken
And none could protect her
We could not protect her
She never would see the
Joys of the morrow
And we are all sorrow
And we are all sorrow
There is no tomorrow

We long to embrace her
To tell her that we see
Who she wanted to be
We cannot replace her
Or pull our own hearts free
Of what we remember
Of fragile but carefree
Sweet fragile girl we see
That butterflies are free
As ever you will be