Butterfly fly by.
Your wings sing songs.
Quietly you calm.
To you it does not belong,
to become big and strong.
The beauty in your colors,
the way your wings just flutter.
Through the trees ever your silken body flows.
Your designs are on my mind.
Nere leave me alone.
Your wings sing songs.
Quietly you calm.
To you it does not belong,
to become big and strong.
The beauty in your colors,
the way your wings just flutter.
Through the trees ever your silken body flows.
Your designs are on my mind.
Nere leave me alone.