The Butterfly

I wish I had stopped, but instead I did not
scattering colors all over the lawn.
now I am sad, at myself I am mad.
so I'm writing this ode to a butterfly.
So many times in this rock-n-roll life
I've blundered through situations so delicate.
I wish I had stopped, but instead I did not
scattering pieces, changing a life.
now I am sad, at myself I am mad.
so I'm writing this ode to a butterfly.