Lady Bug Wings

I know what makes a faerie cry...

Little things with ladybug wings

Morals lost watching the window finally defrost

Spring is a time of life

The death of winter is over

But there's still a hole in the very soul

Of all that is joyful and kind

And when a faerie

Loses her ability to say

All the things that kill her each day

She is left with this hurt to bury

But try try again

And try and try and try

Because those little things

Happy and hopeful things

Spouting the most lucky of ladybug wings

With black spots for the lost

Come calling once more

They will always be there to remind you

That you won't be alone anymore