She stannds on the stage, the butterflies tickling her as if saying hello
They are welcome to her tummy, beloved even
She knows that they are there to cheer her on
They won't leave, even if the people do
One step, two step, three step, there
she grabs her only tool, looks to her band, takes a deep breath...
and lets the butterflies fly away into the crowd, they aren't needed any more
But she knows they aren't far away if she needs them
they are always there for her, the eternal support of the singer.
