 May 6, 2009  The Butterfly  There is a lone butterfly who was on a journey without knowing why Flying high, flying low Finding friend, meeting foe The lone butterfly flies without life Without hope, without love but full of strife It's once colorful pair of wings starts to dull Yet the lone butterfly continues to lull And so at last the lone butterfly Found the right place and flies as she cries Her once dull wings starts to recover Her smile and her lips can never be sever So, the once lone butterfly ends her journey But vows to set once again after all the glory For now the once lone butterfly shall put her soul into rest And shall wake up sometime to clean a mess.   | ||||||||
 Feb 23, 2008 Baby Now That I Found You~Oh yeah. What's with the title? That's one of my favorite song and I'm practicing it to master the chords and be able to play it in front of my Music Teacher. Yeah. Our music class is still on Monday but surprisingly or should I say...luckily,... more
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