I sit and wait all alone everyday
For the butterfly to again come my way
But I guess it was not ever meant to be
She is still not anywhere that I can see
I guess she flew away to grass much greener
Still I guess I was blessed to have once seen her
She was such a beauty beyond all belief
Yet I should not suffer any pain or grief
For butterflies are meant to always fly free
And not stuck behind glass in someone’s study
Still I wish that I too could go soaring high
Floating in the wind’s breeze like a butterfly
And not having a single care in the world
Just hoping to be admired by some girl
Instead I am stuck behind this pane of glass
As each day after day slowly comes to pass
My case is now sitting here collecting dust
Its joints and hinges have all begun to rust
Leaving me yearning for the days long gone by
When I could go soaring like a butterfly
