When Butterflies Die
Behold the silence when a butterfly dies
That's heard throughout the land
For a gentle hush will begin to rise
That no one can understand
Each time a butterfly falls from the sky
Another heart has been broken
The wind inhales and begins to sigh
For fate, again has spoken
Can the butterfly feel the pain that we bear?
Or is it the other way around?
Does heartbreak come as they fall from the air,
And gently float to the ground?
One thing's for sure, when butterflies die
The pain, by both, can be felt
The truth is, we'll probably never know why
We just play the hand that we're delt
Behold the silence when a butterfly dies
That's heard throughout the land
For a gentle hush will begin to rise
That no one can understand
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