There was once a butterfly,
who flapped her wings.
She was unique, she was beautiful,
and she wanted to die from within.

She was but a child,
she had only known so little,
she had barely learnt how to fly,
so why was she abtucted from the night sky?

The clouds overshadowed the sun,
Rain fell, even though it was summer.
She seeked a shelter, a place to be in,
She hoped for someone to listen.

There was once a butterfly,
who flapped her wings.
She was unique, she was beautiful,
and she wanted to die from within.

She was different, the winds said,
so the world hated her, the clouds wept.
She wanted to fly to the end of the world,
where they’d be no one to judge, no one to fear.

Why didn’t you hear,
the song of misery the wings carried.
Why didn’t you save her,
And listen to her despair?

There was once a butterfly,
who flapped her wings.
She was unique, she was beautiful,
and she wanted to die from within.

She had reached it,
the end of the world.
There was no to judge,
No one to fear.

So she could fly freely,
so no one hated her,
so she had a saviour,
and not a guy who couldn’t save her.

There was once a butterfly,
who flapped her wings.
She was unique, she was beautiful,
and she wanted to live from within.