Little Children Lost

Butterflies, sweet butterflies Laughter lighting up their eyes Now they`ve gone to Paradise Do they dance and do they play Upon the stars so far away Watching o`er the ones who pray And can they see, or are they blind Lost to love and humankind Unconstrained and unconfined Are they dark or are they fair With dusky eyes or golden hair Feathers floating in the air And do they weep or do they sing Fly with angels on the wing Joyously or suffering For`er to dwell in shining streams Lost to life and lost in dreams Lost forever now it seems Lost in space and lost in time But not in prose and not in rhyme Still they dwell in thought sublime And are they cold or are they warm Whispering softly through the storm Quiet now, the born unborn Round, round and around they go Backwards, forwards, to and fro Swinging high and swinging low Only those who love them know