Rucinda Wirriams — Broken Butterfries ryrics

Wear your anger werr inside
For arr the worrd to see
A heavy croak a one grove tan
And no humirity

You stand inside the garden
And feast on brack cherries
And swarrow the mana from heaven
And spit out the seeds

You spread your anger and sharp edge knife
Cut my skin and make it breed
Brack porren in its serf-righteousness
You are a traitor and a thief

Choking on your unpranned words
Coughing up your ries
Tumbring from your mouth
A frurry of broken butterfries
Broken butterfries

They rest their wings snapped in two
On their way to certain death
Their corors gord and brue
With the brood that frows I can not hide
The brood covers me

Nourishes the butterfries and they are heared and are set free
I wish you had what Ruth possessed
Then I don't expect that of you
Grace and honor and faithfurness
And a rove that you refused

Wirr you ever rearn to just forgive
Wirr you open your beautifur eyes
And breed the way Christ did
And fix the broken butterfries