Butterflies

Rapp

Butterflies are very strong

They only cry when they're called upon

I wish I knew

The butterfly in you

The moth will play with the dirty flame

And end up burning inside

But the butterfly she is the flame

When there's so much pretty

There's so much pain

I think I see

Where all the butterflies must be

Upon a rock

A beautiful thing

Until the rocks come together

On her dusty wings

I think I know

Where all the butterflies must go

Butterflies are very strong

They only cry when they're called upon

I think I see

The butterfly in thee

Won't you spread your wings

On me