Fear was mentioned with my name
Only spoken in secret
Whispered of deeds done
I watched that man lain to rest
He became a butterfly
Showing his colors and beauty
Never looking into yesterday
The memories are all too real
I look for tomorrow
A day that has yet be
A future yet to be seen
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