You feel lke your a butterfly,

Feel like you'd never die,

But all good things must surely end,

Thus your life here is not to mend,

You wish that you could change those things,

Protect the ones that gave you wings,

But love is different from the skies,

You can look down, masked in disguise,

And peer upon those teary eyes,

Of the ones you left behind.

You can see your son as he grows,

Watch your wife, although pain shows,

You know that she can make it work,

Make it so that life won't hurt,

But still, you wish you were there,

So that you could gently stroke her hair,

And tell her it would be okay,

You have to take it day by day.

You feel lke your a butterfly,

Feel like you'd never die,

But all good things must surely end,

Thus your life here is not to mend.