A place

Once existed a meadow, with flowers of white
Where crickets would serenade me all night
As sun rose, petals bloomed; the trees grew strong
An infant in bliss, but it didn't last long
Left alone in the woods, forgotten for hours
Memories formed as they burned all his flowers
This child grew up within wilting white fields
Fourteen so lonesome, gray skies clouded over
Hanging there for years to come.

Did dreamland die with the butterflies?
Meadow decay into swamplands of pain
Thunderclaps, roaring, call out his name
Did dreamland die with the butterflies?
A place no one knew, a place just for me
A place in my mind I could finally be free