On the wings of a butterfly my soul takes flight.

As the wind blows through my hair I cry out!

For this life is all I have.

This life forces good and evil together.

It forces things of God and things of this world to collide.

It forces me to choose.

Choose between easy and hard, good and evil, God and the world.

Among all the distractions this world offers I must focus on God.

For once my vision of Him is lost................so am I.