Broken butterflies

Wear your anger well inside
for all the world to see
A heave cloak a one glove tan
And no humility
You stand inside the garden
And feast on black cherries
And swallow the mana from heaven
and spit out the seeds
You spread your anger and sharp edge knife
Cut my skin and make it bleed
Black pollen in its self-righteousness
You are a traitor and a thief
Choking on your unplanned words
Coughing up your lies
Tumbling from your mouth
A flurry of broken butterflies
Broken butterflies
they rest their wings snapped in two
On their way to certain death
Their colors gold and blue
With the blood that flows I can not hide
The blood covers me
?? The butterflies they are healed and are set free
I wish you had but roof possessed
That I don?t expect of you
Praise and honor of faithfulness
And a rock that you refused
If you ever learned to just forgive
Will you open your beautiful hearts
And lead the way Christ did
It is the broken butterflies