Butterfly you’re trapped,
Inside a hollow stone,
All alone.
Longing to get back
To the rocks and streams,
The forest of your own.
Among the trees and shaded shadows you have grown.
Beyond these hills to sacred hollows return home.
You were meant to sail the wind,
Remember all that you have known,
And fly away, oh fly away,
Find your way,
It’s time to change.
Not knowing who you are,
You take the path to these
Nine hazel trees
And long to stay what wanders far,
To gather all you ever loved
In endless song.
But if ever love is to be near,
You’ll have to set it free.
I let you go not knowing,
Whether you’d come back to me.
And life can only take its shape
Once you let it be.
So fly away, oh fly away,
Find your way,
It’s time to change.
This chrysalis has crystallized around you.
You’re afraid to climb outside,
Find what surrounds you.
Come break free,
No need to hide,
Just spread your wings
And try
This open door.
I promise you will soar.
Fly away, oh fly away,
Find your way,
It’s time to change.
Butterfly you’ve flown,
Dancing across the sky,
No telling where you’ll land.
A shattered crystal stone
Lies still and empty,
In my palm, my open hand.
And just before I turn to leave,
I reflect on what I’ve found.
The rustling trees and running stream
Remain the only sounds.
They whisper in the twilight,
“none have returned here until now.
Don’t you understand?”
Transformed, I’m here again,
And fly away, I fly away,
Find my way,
It’s time to change.
The Sound of What Happens 