I'm sorry I left you
All by your lonely
I have been alone
For quite some time

When I held you in my arms
I felt the pleadings from your heart
To know the mystery
Of the inquisition of love
Why must love make one the fool
And the question of
Where should I place my passions

Many times your heart was overflowing
And it was as if a child
Took your feelings
And colored them with crayons
Yellow and green for the forest and the bright sun
And butterflies all over the place

And you know
Even the flowers and the fish and the birds
Have their homes
And I know
You found a home
A place to hang your heart
In this lonesome land
But tell me why
The butterfly still can't be free