No tears shall fall from your eyes,
I won’t leave you forever wondering why,
The least I can do for you is try,
So here is the story about a butterfly,
I won’t leave you forever wondering why,
The least I can do for you is try,
So here is the story about a butterfly,
The butterfly was once a strong caterpillar,
Eating leaves, anything that could fill her,
Happily munching, surrounded by friends,
She never thought that this could all end,
Eating leaves, anything that could fill her,
Happily munching, surrounded by friends,
She never thought that this could all end,
Depression struck the happy creature,
She isolated herself, no-one could reach her,
Lying, crying, day by day,
Struggling through, thought suicide was the way,
She isolated herself, no-one could reach her,
Lying, crying, day by day,
Struggling through, thought suicide was the way,
Nevertheless she held on for a little longer,
Everyone around her was growing stronger,
Becoming stags and lions, strong and proud,
She lay in her cocoon, safe from the crowd,
Everyone around her was growing stronger,
Becoming stags and lions, strong and proud,
She lay in her cocoon, safe from the crowd,
Months went by and eventually she grew,
A small, frail butterfly, fragile and new,
Bursting out, setting herself free at last,
Suddenly remembering her gritty past,
Thinking, sinking, deeper into depression,
Everything leaving a raw indentation,
‘I can’t do this anymore’ she cried,
No-one could say she hadn’t tried,
A small, frail butterfly, fragile and new,
Bursting out, setting herself free at last,
Suddenly remembering her gritty past,
Thinking, sinking, deeper into depression,
Everything leaving a raw indentation,
‘I can’t do this anymore’ she cried,
No-one could say she hadn’t tried,
She tied a rope around her throat,
Stood on the branch in her winter coat,
She looked to the sky and leapt to her death,
It got tighter and tighter, stole her breath,
Stood on the branch in her winter coat,
She looked to the sky and leapt to her death,
It got tighter and tighter, stole her breath,
Hours went by and her mum called her name,
Though she had a funny feeling things weren’t the same,
She went to the garden with a pain in her chest,
Nothing could prepare her for what she saw next,
Though she had a funny feeling things weren’t the same,
She went to the garden with a pain in her chest,
Nothing could prepare her for what she saw next,
Her little girl hanging there, suspended by a rope,
The girl that had been neglected by that thing called, Hope,
She doesn’t scream or cry, just goes numb,
Doesn’t know what to say, simply overcome,
The girl that had been neglected by that thing called, Hope,
She doesn’t scream or cry, just goes numb,
Doesn’t know what to say, simply overcome,
Father comes out to witness the scene,
He rapidly turns a shade of green,
Walks slowly to her side, cutting her free,
It’s too late, she’s gone, let it be,
He rapidly turns a shade of green,
Walks slowly to her side, cutting her free,
It’s too late, she’s gone, let it be,
They lay her on the ground, she just lays still,
‘She will wake up, she will, she will!’
The butterfly does not breathe or stir,
She’s gone away which they all prefer,
‘She will wake up, she will, she will!’
The butterfly does not breathe or stir,
She’s gone away which they all prefer,
With the burden gone, the family are free,
A happy future they can finally see,
The butterfly couldn’t have loved them more,
But she felt she had nothing worth living for…
A happy future they can finally see,
The butterfly couldn’t have loved them more,
But she felt she had nothing worth living for…
