it will pass

butterfly by Alistair Chong

Butterfly flies alone
Battered by howling gust
Tossed about like a stone
Violently carelessly thrust

Butterfly flies so tired
Tattered by crushing hail
Weaker than past expired
Wings have been ripped so frail

But it's nearly over

Fly, fly with your might
Find your strength to fly on
As the storm rolls through the night
Because it's almost dawn
The sun will pull through
Bring warmth, life and love to you

Butterfly flies so bent
Toward heavens reaching
But spirit is spent
Life the fury leeching

Butterfly wings wilted
Life to death seeming quicker
But under darkness heavy quilted
The faintest hopeful flicker

And it's nearly over

Fly, fly with your might
Find your strength to fly on
As the storm rolls through the night
Because it's almost dawn
The sun will pull through
Bring warmth, life and love to you

Rest and know
There's a tomorrow
The harshest storm has passed