the BUTTERFLY GHOSTS - Fun Lyrics

You will as your God why me
But really we should ask Why not me ?

I am but one seed by zephyr's mercy blown,
Neither exalted nor unique,
Just a blade of grass from the infinite sown.

But does it really matter, what's done is done
And in the end you can't stop what has begun
The days may be dark but there's always the sun
Happy will come and go, so it's all about fun

So are we all, at the whim of grace unknown,
Neither the strong nor weak can
Claim favour, we all, on the breeze have flown.

Such ill-luck strikes at will, a hand not prior shown,
No pre-misfortune peek, until the wounds appear
On our minds, our flesh and bone.