How do you kill a butterfly, I hear you ask?
You'd be surprised, it's actually quite a simple task.
You attempt to help it's path, you try to give it wings.
It'll trouble itself over all the simplest things.
If you try to assist, you'll shatter all you touch.
And if you do nothing you'll help that little much.
So sit back, watch the butterfly fall and try again.
Knowing that your intervention would only cause more pain.
I once knew a butterfly, who was flying free, myself.
Majestic, wonderful, that's how it felt.
But then it told me of all it's fallatic issues.
And I found that I was the one who needed tissues.
Because all of my help, as much as I'd try.
Her happiness would fall, wither and die.
And in the end, even though it came first.
I ended up destroying the sacred, sad mirth.
