A Field Of Tulips

A little girl falls in a giant's arms

For she is exhausted from the heat

Oh the sun shows no empathy nor strength

But the power of the mighty force shall live

A dead butterfly lingers on the tree

As its spirit waves goodbye to such nature

Behold the wave of the fire...

Will it live to see the burning flames?

Oh the solemn giant weeps for her

Such life is so little to contain

And the blasphemy coming out of the sky

It's so big and it's so vain

Oh little butterfly

What do you think of this giant

Walking this wayward earth?

Such captivity is now free from sinning

This wayward earth is defined

Such a beautiful tree embraces dead souls

Of the wicked they are not

Do my lips not feel the giant's kiss?

For the giant's kiss is rapid

The fire in the little girl's eyes

Speaks of heaven's silence galore

And truth be told

He never makes me feel old

For I feel the spirit of the butterfly

Raging in my veins

Consistent are my thoughts of a perfect fairy tale

For the giant has rescued me

From a deprived childhood...

Oh talk to me tulips, how do you grow?

How do you grow from the forest, from the trees?

Shall you live in the honor of the bees?

May my heart be bullied from me?

As the giant turns a blind eye

The world can feel his presence

I storm in my heart for him

For he is not the monster on the hill

And somehow his hands are cold

Oh father, dear father; is that you?

For you've been away from me for so long

My mother died

And left me no memory of you,

But I love you still

For you are my favorite giant

Sitting across from me

At the breakfast table

Every morning.