Poetry

Butterfly on a Wheel

Silver and Gold and it´s growing cold
Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves
shivers down your spine chill you to the bone
´cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turn your heart to stone
The heat of yours breath carving shadow on the mist
Every angel has the wish that she´s never been kissed
A broken dream haunting in your sleep
And hiding in your smile a secret you must keep,
love cuts you deep

Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

there´s no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me
As sure as God made wine, you can´t wrap your arms around a memory
Take warmth from me, cold autumn wind cut sharp as a knife
And in the dark for me, you´re the candle flame that flickers to life
Wise man say all is fair in love and war
There´s no right or wrong in the design of love
And I could only watch as the wind crushed your wings

Broken and torn, crushed like a flower under the snow
and like the flower in  spring
Love will rise again to heal your wings

Love  heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

(The Mission -1990)