"Butterflies"

Bit on the dark side. You were warned =P *HUGS*)
"Butterflies"
Butterflies have landed in the hair
Of a small girl black shoes white shirt no eyes
No I mistake, no wait
Her eyes are there they're just
Blinded rewinded rewound and wound down,
Down the spiral where she left her roses,
Scattered the flowers of youth about
The grave of the girl who should
Of could of would of was not never was her.
Spiders have landed in the soul
Of a small girl blue eyes pale skin red scars
Yes red, not dead, arms bled
Are still shaking, still moving through the
Windows removing all fear, all that was here
Scratched matched flamed and blamed
On the little girl who kneels crying
At the grave of the child she should
Of could of would of was not never was never got a chance to be.
Sunlight has landed on the life
Of a small girl dying slowly in the dim earth
On the rim of a dark cliff, out of our minds
We are now scared stiff
She is clinging singing zinging through the
world she is just trying crying flying
And dying for her sins
In honour and forgotten memory
Of the little girl who she should
Of could of would of was not never was always should have
had the chance to be.