Fly-Fly-O, Butterfly
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
With a gun, thinking, it’s just a toy
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
A soldier he is, yet still, he’s a boy
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
Learned to fire, ‘cos of indecent lie
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
He’s badly wounded, ‘cos of his toy
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
No longer a soldier, nor, a little boy
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
Not breathing, so he can not tell a lie
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
Show him, your world, without a gun
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
Tell him, he’s still a boy, not a soldier
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
Warn him, he’ll get hurt, when he fire
Fly
Fly
O, butterfly
This little boy
Guide his soul, to Enchanted Kingdom
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