I told you not to touch the butterfly
Lest she falls apart
I told you not to touch her
But you couldn’t help your heart
Now she’s broken into bits
She’s fading fast like snow
Because of broken dreams
You have caused her woe
You couldn’t help but touch her wings
You couldn’t leave her be
Now she’s melted in your hand
But you still don’t see
You are to blame for her little life
Fading and now it’s gone
You couldn’t help but touch her
Though you knew it’s wrong
You were enchanted by her spirit
You were enamoured by her wings
You really thought your touch was light
You didn’t think you’d sting
But I knew the butterfly
And her heart was made of snow
To touch her has killed her
Now you cry with woe
Maybe you are now a butterfly
And now you fly on delicate wings
Maybe someone will hear you cry
Don’t touch me, it will sting!
Poor little butterflies
Unloved and forever alone
Because their heart can’t take it
Their broken hearts unsewn
And people think they fake it
Though they surely do not
But to touch a butterfly wings
Will cause those wings to rot
Do not touch a butterfly
Let them flitter on and pass you by
If they land upon you – great!
But please do not make that mistake!
Do not touch those delicate wings
Do not be the butterflies’ sting