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Mariela
Guest
I'm a butterfly, butterfly who's ready to fly,
but someone broke my wings.
I'm a flower, flower which used to be beautiful,
but which withered and died.
I'm a piece of glass which used to be clear and pure,
but someone shattered it and now I'm just a splinter.
I'm a white sheet which used to be so white and clean,
but someone stained it and now I'm dirty and soiled.
I used to be strong, but now I'm fragile, hurt and weak.
Can you fix my wings? Can you water me, so that I can revive again?
Can you make me whole again? Can you clean me?
Can you heal me? Can you love me?
but someone broke my wings.
I'm a flower, flower which used to be beautiful,
but which withered and died.
I'm a piece of glass which used to be clear and pure,
but someone shattered it and now I'm just a splinter.
I'm a white sheet which used to be so white and clean,
but someone stained it and now I'm dirty and soiled.
I used to be strong, but now I'm fragile, hurt and weak.
Can you fix my wings? Can you water me, so that I can revive again?
Can you make me whole again? Can you clean me?
Can you heal me? Can you love me?