The
Iron Butterfly
When
the going hit the wall
She
gives it up and stays away
She
can't stomach the inner conflicts
She
is the symbol of change
She
rides it up feeling the hope
She
makes the years chirping for light
She
stays on her principles
But
she has her weaknesses
She
can't stand the harsh criticisms
She
can't stand the double talk
So
she walks away leaving her stage
The
Iron Butterfly
She
flies as she cries
Leaving
her role far behind
As
the wind blowing its whisper
“Don't
think there is time
Once
you out of the main frame
You
will find it hard to climb up again
You
have become an ordinary person”
The
Iron Butterfly
Some
will say you make the right decision
But
politics is a game in the news and power
Once
you have nothing you will be forgotten
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