I think you don't know what you've been making
A creature of resentment and the solid beleif
I am never good enough
For you or anyone else

Thunder comes on the wings of wet butterflies
Telling and retelling of the journey
The caterpillars are born again
They'll say they're strong ones and lovely
Beautifully colored
But one wasn't as strong as them
Too soon from the cacoon they say
Not quite ready for this life

And he waits with worry
Until he can see them for himself
Maybe he'll be the one to finally help
Them fly

You look up with a tired face
Mouth tainted with the taste of bitter better days
Unused sleep hangs around your eyes
Testament to the miles between us
We followed our own faiths to the other line

Still alone after all this time, isn't it a lonely life?
I've got others but you've got none
Shoulders to lean on and people to love
All those hours keep awake, what worth are they?
I guess life never showed you it could be the same
Just line after line of change

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

Some times I wonder what my silence is worth
Words have been measured enough
Grades and intelligence exploited to much
Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up
Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply
Our own heads are worth more
Life's become complicated again
Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence?
To those lonely songs I sing inside my head
When the day is over and dead

A smile is all she gives, it matters not to her
But life is full of promise and darkness
Never one with out the other and the web reaches all
Why one reason for living? Why not all?
So she takes all that her forms provide
Sight, flight, touch and sense
Intangible and changeable
Solid and fixed, fast and slow
Why settle when there's so much more?
Speech isn't needed to listen
Eyes aren't needed to see
And so she goes without

I chose this
Made this mask I wear
Blank faced china is all that will apear
No emotions, happy, angery, nothing shows
Not because it was forced on me
But so I learn and see without you noticing
No features so you must know me
My actions not superfical traits
Are what must be judged now