Behold the silence when a butterfly dies
That's heard throughout the land
For a gentle hush will start 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 never know why
We just play the hand that we're dealt

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