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I wrote this song for my Father, a year or so before he passed. I was once told that to the Mexican people butterflies are the souls of warriors dancing and singing. So I used this metaphor throughout the song. I cried when I wrote this song and I cried again I heard the arrangement from Rodney. He is so very talented, my right hand man. This song is not mixed or mastered at all. My voice is as naked as it can get.

Here are the lyrics:

Though my days are dark and long// My bones are weary, my heart ain’t strong// Still I hear the calls of warriors dancing, urging me to come on home.
I can hear the fluttering of wings, touched gently by the sun// They have no fear as they glide on the wind// so why should I when my time will come, my time will come.
It’s a dance this death of mine, but my chains of being arch across time//
I feel lighter following the wind as she whispers let go of your skin
Though my days are dark and long, the chains that bind me are so very strong//
Still I hear the calls of warriors dancing, urging me to come on home.
As this skin is no longer my own.

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