New Story

May be someday,
The fog will clear, the ice will melt,
The birds will sing,
Coz it will be spring time.

And the butterflies will say,
Let the new story begin.

The blank sheets are filled, its a new story.
The dreams seem so real, its a new story.
The song I used to sing has a new meaning.
The way you call my name, has new meaning.

The butterflies are saying,
Let the new story begin.

Can you hear the soft breeze blowing?
Can you hear the raindrops falling?
Can you see the prisoners freeing?
Can you see my whole world dancing?

Lets be tied together in the garland of love, forever,
Will that day come ever?
When the butterflies will say,
Let the new story begin.

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