Butterflies

I sit here alone in the rain
Pondering if we're the same
But then the clouds part and out fly
One million beautiful butterflies

I dangle my feet in the water under the dock
Laughing as the fish nip my toes
And the butterflies flutter
round my head
singing their own little song

if you can't see me smile
you don't know to listen
for the sounds that will lead you to me
but they're only heard by whoever is listening
the butterfly lullaby has begun

they land on my head
flutter on my nose
flapping their graceful wings
if only someone else was here to see
the million butterflies here with me

The beautiful butterflies flutter and fly
and I can't help but hear my name
i look as they form a shape in the air
the same as the one in your chains

and those little butterflies
not a fear in sight
continue the lullaby
into the night

as the hours pass
I grow weary and tired
and I rest my head on the dock
but the butterflies keep on singing

dawns first crack of light
drives the small insects away
as the rain returns again
why does it have to be this way?