Stepping On Butterflies
We're always trying to see the future
Never looking at our past
Not thinking about the things we've done
Or the shadows that they cast
We crave the mystery, that we haven't seen
To see what road life takes
Marching ahead and never looking back
To learn from our mistakes
For today is only a stepping stone
That leads to tomorrow's door
The signs that history has placed in our way
We only choose to ignore
For yesterday's gone, it's slipped away
And never even put up a fight
So we'll go through life, searching for things
Just barely out of sight
Stepping on butterflies, both day and night
Where ever butterflies are found
But no one's around to hear their screams
For the future can't make a sound
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