I got asked to a funeral tomorrow,
Something that I never thought I would do again.
It all brought me back to when
A preacher shared her words of comfort then.
She said:
“Imagine we all live beneath the water,
Never knowing of the skies and light that wander,
The wind that carries over far-off fields,
Where every shadow bends and softly yields.”
Butterfly,
Drifting by,
Through the endless afternoon.
Shining bright wherever you flew—
Although I ain’t a believer,
I’ll always remember you.
Butterfly,
Drifting by,
Through the endless afternoon.
Shining bright wherever you flew—
Although I ain’t a believer,
I’ll always remember you.
