My friend Laura used to be addicted to heroin, but she beat it. When she told me I told her she had done the hardest thing in the world. Here's looking at you, kid. I wrote this for you.
Having Come This Far
a little song for Laura
You were so hurt so scared So small so unprepared To go down the dark road Beneath your heavy load With very few who knew And fewer still who cared How it felt to be you When nobody else dared
Your now is my again I know and I care too I would have understood As lonely now as then And know you know I would But I just saw you when You rose a butterfly Having fallen a star
New wings caressed my face Turned upward to the sky By this uncommon grace You chose to share with me To fly across the years Though broken straight and true Already dried of tears Though I might shed a few
Apparently somehow We are in the same place My hand is in your hand We know what words to say Though we will never tell Nor want to remember What we have seen of hell Back in deep December
But look how strong we are For having come this far
And since we are here now Where we are meant to be Arriving where we are Having come the hard way We might as well feel free To be and have our say Past the indignity Of wounds which will not heal
It almost hurts to see Someone as hurt as me But look how strong we are Sharing this strength we feel Seeing how much we learned And knowing it is real With these wings we have earned For having come this far
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVIII
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Reviewed by Charles Sammons (Reader)
Reviewed on March 17, 2008
Steven
In all the world the butterfly is a wonderfull and beautifull thing. Born of silk, a double life, they emerge to a life of beauty and grace to the delight of all. No one would ever dream of hurting a butterfly.
Little girls have washable tattoos on their faces, or brightly threaded into their jeans.
Fine young women have it inked onto their fine young asses.
A story of flight-of total freedom.
In Tagalog it's paruparo
In Spanish it's mariposa
In French it's papillon
In Japanese it's cho-cho, my favorite
in any language it's all the same.
All my life I've only had one toast-one.
And you know what it is.
It almost hurts to see
Someone as hurt as me
But look how strong we are
Sharing this strength we feel
Seeing how much we learned
Yes living leaves scars but scars are there to protect one to allow healing for both body and soul. Wonderful write.
God Bless,
Lew
*applause to your friend for beating it!* What a wonderful, inspiring write, paying homage to your friend's willingness to change her life. Excellent, (((HUGS))) to both of you!
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In all the world the butterfly is a wonderfull and beautifull thing. Born of silk, a double life, they emerge to a life of beauty and grace to the delight of all. No one would ever dream of hurting a butterfly.
Little girls have washable tattoos on their faces, or brightly threaded into their jeans.
Fine young women have it inked onto their fine young asses.
A story of flight-of total freedom.
In Tagalog it's paruparo
In Spanish it's mariposa
In French it's papillon
In Japanese it's cho-cho, my favorite
in any language it's all the same.
All my life I've only had one toast-one.
And you know what it is.
Someone as hurt as me
But look how strong we are
Sharing this strength we feel
Seeing how much we learned
Yes living leaves scars but scars are there to protect one to allow healing for both body and soul. Wonderful write.
God Bless,
Lew
Love, Karla.
Love the Morpheus butterfly. :)