Butterflies

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