Ice is cracking [Aug 1, 1983]

Butterflies,
up in the sky
Butterflies, to me they fly.

Oh no, don't ever let them land
I'm scared of them,
you understand.
Afraid of their bite,
of their claw
the veiled danger
and what's stranger,

than an enemy that fights with love
stronger than the weapon I bear.
my naked blade will see no blood
and I am blinded by a flood
of tears.

[they taught you,
hoped you understood,
How to tell the bad from good.
How to fight and how to die
When to give up, when to try
But now you kiss it all good-bye:
it's time to throw away the books
open your eyes and have a look]

I see them coming,
watch them dive
They want to take me
dead or alive.
Close my eyes
there's nothing there
They've disappeared
into thin air.

Somewhere lies a lonely key
that opens all inside of me.
For now I rest,
await
the test.
And the one I hope to see...