“that place on the back of his neck where my fingers fall”
– butterflies rising
“that place on the back of his neck where my fingers fall”
– butterflies rising
please let the ones on my journey be here for the soul sparks
– butterflies rising
please let the ones on my journey want me to breathe and grow and bloom and bloom and bloom
– butterflies rising
please let the ones on my journey be here to run wild with me
– butterflies rising
please let the ones on my journey be here to be beautiful and good to my heart and soul
– butterflies rising