White Butterfly
There's a white butterfly on the back of my bicycle
There's a white butterfly on the back of my bicycle
But why is he still and why is he lifeless?
He looks so sad, he looks so helpless
I put him in my hands and I ran across the park
Showed him to my father and it almost broke my heart
He told me that he's fast asleep, got washed up in the storm
So I said "we gotta take him home, Dad"
"We need to keep him warm"
Autor(es): Paul D Jones
