The Butterfly Girl (Piano Ballad) - Acoustic Version

She is the girl with long red hair
That in the rays of the sun
Turns to gold
She is the butterfly with wind
Under her wings
Trying to find her goal

The all chase her like kids on a meadow
Trying to be the first to catch
But as the butterfly she is fragile
And it's just hurting

Leave her alone
Let her go on her own
To find the rhythms of the winds
Leave her alone
Don't try to take her home
Let her chose
The flower of her own

She is the girl with the blue eyes that cannot lie
Some might call her naive
She is the girl that all of her life
Has tried to make everyone else feel free

They all tell her what they think that she should do
Should think and speak and believe to be true
They try to mould her into something old
But she is something new

Leave her alone
Let her go on her own
To find the rhythms of the winds
Leave her alone
Don't try to take her home
Let her chose the flower of her own

The color might attract
But think about your act
Don't clip the wings or the things that brings the spark to life
Be the wind be the flower
That stands out amongst the others
Don't be the kid with the jar
That went to far

Leave her alone
Let her go on her own
To find the rhythms of the winds
Leave her alone
Don't try to take her home
Let her chose
The flower of her own

She is the girl with long red hair
That in the rays of the sun turns to gold
She is the butterfly with wind under her wings
Trying to find her goal



Credits
Writer(s): Sara Hammarbäck
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