After throwing away the pieces of a stained glass, 
And getting rid memoirs of a broken bliss 
As I walk the pavement wet by the mist 
You came strolling down the slippery street. 

Caught by the sadness in your eyes, 
And that gloomy smile that seem to convey a thousand lines 
Suddenly what I thought was my misery, 
Turned out rubbish compared to thee… 

As I passed by and when your eyes met mine 
And as I saw brokenness, fragments of thy wings 
I knew, I’ll never cease falling on my knees, 
For I’m caught somewhere in the middle of this 

You’re chasing butterflies in winter breeze 
Trying to find a way out of this labyrinth. 
Wanting to make all things perfectly right, 
But never had the chance to go back in flight. 

I can never back down, stay close to the ground 
Knowing that in all of this battle that I’ve won, 
Somehow, somewhere there’s a soul that cries aloud, 
How could I desire joy when someone’s down?