Katie Jane Garside
Butcher and the Butterfly
There is a finger missing on my right hand
A butcher’s hand in a butterfly wing span
The sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red
Said am I alive or am I dead?
I caught a rainbow tear in her sunset smile
I told the broken bird of my unborn child
These blood-stained walls in her head
I found my girl bleeding in his bed
The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the buttеrfly)
I put my girl in the butcher’s hand
“She is my cursе,” cried fireman Sam
Heaven down below inscribed her name
My baby girl's lost in amongst these flames
The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Oh heaven help me what have I done?
I kissed the daughter of my unborn son
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Heaven down below inscribed her name
Let heaven, heaven rain down again
The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the butterfly)
The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the butterfly)
The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead