I can almost see it, the butterfly that's near,
Full of magpies and tunes, so clear.
I can feel the wind through my hair, now the sun my muse.
But every step I take is bloodied and bruised,
With a heart that's weary and often confused.

But this time, the fire is on my side,
Fighting through every raven that hides.
This time my heart is filled with the fire,
This time I'll reach you, with a promise of dawn,
Fill myself with the essence of you,
And savour the grapes of the dawn.