With a fluttering breath
You sought refuge within my breast
Above my heart had you asked to stay
And was answered with a yes you may
There are those who say that
To be touched by a butterfly
Is to be touched by grace
If this is true then I have seen grace
Face to face more than once upon a time
They live a few days
Before they wither away and die
A few days of new life
Please don't cry
It makes you see
Life as it should be
Not the fighting, not the dying
Just beauty in the things that are
And will forever be