butterflies

i see butterflies dying;
i see the car changing lanes;
i see what you see;
i extract it into a a bottle;
and that is faith i carry around my neck.

i see flower bloom;
i see the rain have stop;
i see spouses have children;
i pull the strings and link it together;
and that i spoke is hope.

i write things that people have imagine;
i pronounce the wrong way;
so please have it your way, if you may;
my art is not art;
in fact is not worth anything;
its just me saying thing that have not things in it;
it just a reminder.

i made of desire and loyalty;
i made from the the sprinkle of faith and hope;
every light brings us to a different road;
and never stop to find the right one;
so one day we can tell to our loves one, we have been there;
and we have successfully conquer it.....