Tears drop like rain from the sky,
We make a wish and let it fly,
Away with the butterflies and birds,
Goes each of the many words.
Hope for tomorrow to bring more,
We've seen this all happen before,
Tears spilt then emotions abused,
Old quotes continuously reused.
The only reason this has begun,
Is not because we find it fun,
But due to our wishes not being found,
Lost in a world where there is no sound.
So when the butterflies and birds fly by,
Shout your wishes to the sky,
They'll carry them up to the heaven above,
To help you understand the meaning of love.
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