bu*tERFLY
(Cornick)
Ahead I could see how false it was,
but the future's gone, my chance is lost
Let us assume there's now a space
no words could fill most songs we placed
We never quite knew just what we sought;
the costly price in fortune bought
Trying too hard to find your way,
we missed your road and fell astray
(CHORUS 1)
The caterpillar wrapped inside,
takes his wings and then he tried
to break right-out from his cocoon;
a little fast, a little soon
The young people hung their heads and cried,
as old folks turned away and sighed
Silently smiled as they read the news
through their Sunday paper's biased views
Now that the grains have tread this through,
half-empty glass stands-by in view
Time is the sand that flows no more;
lies scattered, white, upon the floor
(CHORUS 2)
You really thought you owned the sky,
but your wings gave-out, you couldn't fly .....
maybe you've reached the time to die .....
poor little bu*terfly ..... poor little thing .....
poor little bu*terfly