"Butcher and the Butterfly" as written by and Catherine Jane/howard Garside....
There is a finger missing on my right hand
A butchers hand in a butterfly wing span
The sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red
Said am I alive or am I dead?

I caught a raingbow tear in her sunset smile
I told the broken bird of my unborn child
These blood-stained walls in her head
I found my girl bleeding in his bed

The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(the butcher and the butterfly)

I put my girl in the butchers hand
She is my curse cried fireman Sam
Heaven down below inscribed her name
My baby girl's lost in amongst these flames

The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the butterfly)

Oh heaven help me what have I done?
I kissed the daughter of my unborn son

Heaven down below inscribed her name
Let heaven, heaven rain down again

The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the butterfly)
The angels cried in butterfly red
(The butcher and the butterfly)
Her wings are torn my baby's dead
(The butcher and the butterfly)


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"Butcher and the Butterfly" as written by Peter Howard Catherine Jane Garside

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    My InterpretationIt sounds to me that she is the butcher and has killed her own daughter; the innocent butterfly.
    EdiciusMaion September 12, 2012   Link

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