I walk through a sea of drugs and poverty. A land of lose and regret.
The sky dark with smog, The sea black with oil, and just as I begin to fret.
I spot a butterfly, broken wings, no less beautiful for the damage.
It struggles against the poison wind that threatens to ravage.
It touches my soul. It is for these moments I strive.
To watch life overcome while the world takes a dive.
I wish I were that butterfly, Beautiful and pure in the moment.
The best I can do is commit to a life of atonement.
To walk a world poisoned by man, with poison in my soul.
Too weak to overcome, But God will counsel.
Smile as the world dies, because Sadness is shallow and flawed.
Happiness through him, watching him move my body, Awed.
I hope I can see the problems of this world lessened by him through me.
That my children will play in a clean and pure sea.