Silk Wings. I unpinned a butterfly, cupped her in my hands, and nurtured her, till she could then fly, with silk patterned wings, Sun streams through coloured gemstones. Tears on silk bleeds Indian dye, thrown at festivals, thrown instead of soil, seeps and stains her skin, two silk coloured wings, Abstract paintings by Miro. Chorus:- Her determination to find where she belonged, new experiences and adventures-friends she'd found, She loved the Asian lifestyle, It spoke to her deep down, travelling through these countries, that's where she felt truly free. Souvenirs that you unfold, each one tells a tale, never to be told, ever journeying, with silk coloured wings Prints where she has pressed rainbows. Chorus:- She flew past green country, fields of crops, vast cities, valleys, highest mountains, deserts, jungle, to warm seas, she loved the Asian lifestyle, it spoke to her deep down, travelling through these countries, that's where she felt truly free. For the family Ben.