THE KISS OF THE PURPLE BUTTERFLY Verse 2
A thread got caught in motion where the gears were thin,
He pulled against the moment, but it tightened on his skin.
Then the cord that fed the courage snapped without a sound,
And everything he built fell scattered to the ground.
He stumbled through the silence like a prince without a name,
Got tangled in the shadows of his own unfinished aim.
He fell as if surrender had been waiting all along,
And all the room remembered was the ending of the song.
Chorus
Oh, the kiss of the purple butterfly,
Soft as a curse and bright as a lie.
It touched him once and stole his stride,
Left all his wanting turned inside.
He meant to rise, he meant to fly—
But dreams can drown before they try.
Oh, the kiss of the purple butterfly.
Bridge
Went limp like paper in the rain,
Like a prayer that missed the train.
Like a candle losing nerve,
Like a road that forgot to curve.
Final Chorus
Oh, the kiss of the purple butterfly,
Beautiful ruin from a painted sky.
He reached for more than hands could hold,
And froze before the story told.
He meant to live, he meant to try—
But some desires are born to die.
Oh, the kiss of the purple butterfly.
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