| Beautiful butterfly so free I had you in my hand Yet mistakenly opened it Ever so slightly To peek inside - You flew free I know you are near me Every glimpse makes my heart ache That I cannot touch you But must exist merely with the memory Of having once held you in my hand. |
| You are free from the tethers of this world compiled of distrust, misdeeds, selfish acts you are free to go where you long to be without weights on your feet you are free from the cold and the wind of winter from the searing heat of summer you are free to fly with souls of friends and family long lost through the light of the clouds and the comfort of heaven you are free. |
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| Kristen Alexandra Warner 7/31/1990 - 1/21/2004 |
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