I was sleeping
Dreaming of the future
When I awoke
A butterfly was resting on my hand
She was so beautiful, I never wanted her to leave
So I held on with all my might
But a butterfly's gotta fly, before long she died
I was sleeping
Dreaming of the past
When I awoke another chance another butterfly had come
She was so beautiful
But I learned from my mistake not to hold on
She was born to fly and soar so I let her go
And before too long I was all alone
Maybe someday she'll come home