RoiTNine

Goodbye, Butterfly / Roi N.Z.© 20.3.11 Goodbye, butterfly. Thank you, for the good times. Thank you, for the wishing stars. Thank you, for flying through... Born, On Friday the 13th night, Left alone among darkness and nothing. A small egg in the highest hill, I can't see nothing, I can't feel nothing, Except the chill. Hope, for good times. Hope, for wishing stars. Hope, to fly through... Wake-up, From the smallest egg, And crawl on the cold land. Without any lags, help or a friend. Search, those good times. Search, the wishing stars. Search, and fly through... Found, At the first sunlight, Warm, food and hope. I can see now beyond the