The butterfly
Caught, between two touching hands
Gently, skin to skin
A little butterfly, awaiting his chance
To fly away, to a place never been
As the hands slowly unfold
He stretches his wings
And thanks the sky
For the freedom it brings
Now, if you look up to the sky
You can see him dance
Carried by the light, a little butterfly
That got his chance
And if you listen very close
You can hear a boy cry
For the loss of a friend
Who is now dancing in the sky
But still, the boy is happy
For his friend in the sky
‘Cause he got what he wanted
A decent goodbye
NaK.