The butterflies pulse and beat, colors glint and change again
Purple, red, pale slight green, all shades
Swirl from the ground to proclaim the birth
Creatures from a dream, they'll tell him
Of the shedding of cocoons and the growing of life

Far away someone stands alone
Head up, whole body stretching towards, yearning towards far away
Sockets wide for butterfly wings
Wishing nothing more than to be there, keep them safe
But hooves are made of concrete or so it seems
Rooted still to the place it sleeps

She'll be having them now, holding them tight
Seeing them breathe their first breath of life
Whoever the father was will be there too
So many others must be gathered near, watching, waiting
The world's brighter now

Throat closes up as he stands alone
Maybe they'll grow with him unknown
Tears start as blood slows down, tear tracks grow
Questions start to swirl in the distance between
What if? What if? They won't like him, he's sure of this
Head lowers down, time has a way of breaking things

Hope dims like a candle flame
He doesn't even know if she still lives
Some day everything's leaving, everyone's going
He's stuck looking back at the path he's walked
Maybe he'll be gone when they finally come

And suddenly he knows
The whole of his worth comes back nothing
Blood mixes with the stream, sadness and joy
Filling up the space inside, he'll be alone for along time
Longer still

Maybe their lights were never mine
He whispers to the water
Crushed again by what they made him
Whatever the cost, he'll be there at her side
If she still wishes him to be