Rainbows and Butterflies

It's all rainbows and butter flies
foreign objects and blue skies.
Rusted metal and dust covered floors,
board less roof and chain link doors.
It's flowers and happy thoughts
no circulation of blood no perfumed cars.
Held down in a high place.
Sun shining, middle of a holiday.
Summer breeze of clean air.

It's all rainbows and butterflies...
Think about blue skies...
Remember flowers and happy thoughts...
Perfume and new cars...
Oh, it's the middle of the day..
Summer breeze take this feeling away!

It's not rainbows and butterflies
but steady hands in little thighs.
That's the foreign object during the sunlight.
Rusted metal and dust covered floors, factory parts
and chain link doors, missing boards in a ceiling
that doubles as an attic...

Can't think about flowers or happy thoughts.
Can't find this voice so he can get caught.
Held down in a high place face against nail covered wood.
The sun shines its a holiday.
Summer breeze, clean air, no tears today.

It's not rainbows and butterflies
not even tears for these dry eyes.
No flowers and no happy thoughts.
No voices for the hours of distress
repeated later by a new test.
It's not really a holiday.
Prince charming? Nope, not this day.

It's rainbows and butterflies...
Rainbows....butterflies?
Why can't this little girl cry...
Years and years fly by.
She is paralyzed in this place never
telling a soul, this is the first time...
Today.