What can I tell you, about the house of my
A place were a million butterflies flutter their wings
Tearing their way through the air?
I can see you don’t believe me.
Can you not see, not hear?
At the center of my soul I keep a hole.
Next time, I always thought,
Next time – I shall fill it up. With love
Or perhaps words. No?
Then there’s at least pride.
Lo and behold, I have a life to fill.
In the depths of my heart where a million butterflies so
Very desperately Live and
End their lives.
Well, what can I tell you?
In the end I still have a hole to fill. Can't you tell?
The butterflies that live there beat their wings on the premise of a promise.
How can I describe to you that promise?
Oh! But not even I can understand with what
Urgency my butterflies fly! Time may pass, but forever there I shall hear
The sound of a million heartbeats.