You told me a story once, A black butterfly, flying through the rain He went to visit a sick boy He went to cover his pain You said after the visit The boy was at peace His pain has seized
You told me the black butterfly Will come and visit you too That then your suffering so hard will be through.
What you didn’t tell me Was that after visit On earth you’ll no longer be So instead of goodbye I said I’ll see you again Hoping the butterfly comes soon.
Not realizing then the boy was you
And the butterfly death.