Cary Judd - Cannonballs And Butterflies lyrics

Cannonballs and bu*terflies sound the same when they're just sitting there Till the fuse burns, or the powder goes pop, or the wings flap into hurricanes It's so strange how the delicate can find a better way to sink my ship Without Cannonballs, and bu*terfly wings The heavy things can't pack the sting Like the gentle force of the winds and rain The first thing that she ever did was to tear down her surroundings And spread her wings, like an angel of disaster And she laughs at these guns I bear, like I'm standing here in my underwear All she knows, is this must be some kind of power she holds From the first time she flies, till the day her wings wear out and die That's the power of a gentle touch