I carved a butterfly on my bone.
A symbol of how unfair life has been.
I carved so deep I almost cut my soul.
When do you plan to spread your wings and fly?
Join the others in the sky.

I carved a butterfly on my soul
After contemplating getting it sold.
I carved a butterfly in darkness
In calming death, the destined cold
Shaky hands, soulless breath.
Will you bury me with all my gold ¿