Everyday she sits and waits.
For any kind of signs, it was fate.
A beautiful butterfly landed in her hands.
She looked up to the skies above and oh how she understands.
It was signs from the dead
From the voices she hears in her head.
She takes what she can get
Hanging on with no regrets.
Everyone that said they loved her
Has disappeared, oh how it hurt.
Not to be able to hear their voice.
Or touch them, it just wasn't their choice.
The good ones have gone
The bad ones are still doing wrong.
But this one sweet butterfly Lingers around.
It shows up in silence, without a sound.
She holds it with care.
Towards the bright skies, in the air.
Whispers a secret, holds it up and let's it fly away.
Signs that everything will be okay.
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