Butterfly, Where Do You Fly?

Wings like paper, soft and torn. Flutter past where dreams are born. In the garden,

shadows yawn. I see colors drip and sway. In the night, they melt away.

Butterfly, butterfly, where do you fly? Up to the

moon or back to the sky? Whispering secrets you never reply. Butterfly,

butterfly, you pass me by. Broken mirror, shards of light.

Cut the dark but not the night. Chasing whispers out of sight.

I see colors drip and sway. In the night, they melt away. Butterfly,

butterfly, where do you fly? Up to the moon or back