Butterfly baby,
traveling way too fast.
Uncertianity is her future;
Darkness haunts her past.

Present damns thrash open;
she's sinking down with a broken mast.
Rain drops falling
upon wind beaten glass.

Butterfly baby,
traveling way too fast.
Uncertianity is her future;
Darkness haunts her past.

Swelling surge of weakness:
every tear she claims her last.
Holding the pain within
hoping, one day, it shall pass.

Butterfly baby,
traveling way too fast.
Uncertianity is her future;
Darkness haunts her past.