In the flutter of a second the heart of a butterfly beats<\/p>\n
Carried on by the push of its slim gossamer wings<\/p>\n
On course past houses, stuck in time<\/p>\n
Between sadness, pleasure, and glee<\/p>\n
In the flutter of a second<\/p>\n
The arm of a poor man stings<\/p>\n
Sitting in a lot, cold<\/p>\n
Covered in newspaper sheets<\/p>\n
And in that moment miles away<\/p>\n
A child cries at the mold in the hallway<\/p>\n
And the hummingbirds race to see<\/p>\n
A birthday song for a girl that\u2019s just turned three<\/p>\n
With friends, family, cousins, she will never again meet<\/p>\n
Singing, happily<\/p>\n
In the moment of that minute<\/p>\n
Sitting in a locked bathroom<\/p>\n
A beautiful woman doubts herself<\/p>\n
As her crush lays down with his gloom<\/p>\n
And a boy lays on a table at Saint Jude<\/p>\n
All three of them whistle a tune<\/p>\n
As they believe chemicals will eat what is wrong with them away<\/p>\n
Just the same, the hummingbirds too<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t want things to be this way<\/p>\n
They want to live another day<\/p>\n
And in the flutter of a second the train passes<\/p>\n
The fertile grasslands under an evening sky<\/p>\n
Next to a town where a mother cries<\/p>\n
For a would-be father who jumped from a bridge over cold water one night<\/p>\n
And a daughter is learning for the first time<\/p>\n
How to say what she is feeling inside<\/p>\n
As she blows out the candles and makes a wish<\/p>\n
There\u2019s only one thought in mind at that minute<\/p>\n
That it won\u2019t always be like this<\/p>\n
And by charity God can sometimes be known<\/p>\n
For the children, the prideful, the fearful, and the old<\/p>\n
The morning star does not rise merely for show<\/p>\n
And in the moment passing ours we all wish<\/p>\n
For a little bit of happiness between the snow<\/p>\n
A little bit of sunlight<\/p>\n
A little bit of bliss<\/p>\n
The moment passed and time goes on<\/p>\n
The birds and people feel its kiss<\/p>\n
When it\u2019s gone<\/p>\n
We pray in the standstill for the present sends<\/p>\n
And in the flutter of a second<\/p>\n
The heart of a butterfly beats<\/p>\n
Again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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