Caterpillars from Asylum by Prophet of End Times

I wake up to the scent of the morning dew
Another spell of fog is rolling through
I needed a miracle to happen today
And I have Caterpillars crawling on my window Payne

It's a game of hide and seek that nature plays
How They form cocoons safely tucked away
But it's How I seem to be like them
That scares me most and makes me cringe
lonely souls that know no other way
They curl to sleep and hide away

I wake up to a sparkling summer rain
I find broken cocoons on my window Payne
That can't be gone, it feels too soon
A spiders web reveals the truth

It's a game of hide and seek that nature plays
The most fit creatures survive the game
But it's How I seem to be like them
I wasn't prepared and let the predators in
One lonely soul managed to escape
I killed that nightmare, to keep her safe

I wake up to the sound of wind in the trees
And the most gorgeous butterfly staring back at me
I opened my window to let her free
Before she left she flew up and kissed me

It's a game of hide and seek that nature plays
How something so small can show you the way
How I long to be like them
To let my wings carry me on the wind
To roam the world so wild and free
But mother nature won't let me be

I wake up to the scent of the morning dew
Another spell of fog is rolling through.

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