My blue butterfly
I am in this other place of the world
Unaware of your wounding wings
Unaware of those last tears
Coming out of your blue eyes
And your soon resting soul
In this other place of the world

My blue butterfly
You are miles and miles away
And soon I look forward to seeing you
To share with you what I have seen and felt
In this other place of the world
Unaware that this moment will never be
As I will return to you
My world will be shattered
For now, only  you is aware of what will be

My blue butterfly
On this Good Friday
You are holding me tight
One last time with your blessing soul
And miles and miles away
The delicate gale feels different already
I am just unaware of it
In this other place of the world