You've come all this way to get here
and the time has come for you to leave child
with a little cardboard suitcase
that you have started to fill
Two leaves from this clearing which was no longer there
fake lipstick and a box of jewels
and the suitcase started to get heavy
and you had to leave again
and you have yourself and you've taken who knows
but the words which came before you
have all ended up in the suitcase
and there they remained
sun rain snow and storm
in the suitcase and on your head
and legs for going
and mouth for kissing
you've come all this way to get here
but maybe now you can relax
there's a hot bath and something cold
to drink and to eat
and bit by bit I show you
there were only four butterflies
a little bit stronger left to die