Butterflies - Lyrics in description

Butterflies - *Butterflies* *Verse 1* When they're gone and all is awry, You wonder if something inside has died. Grey skies settle over your mind, Leaving brighter days so hard to find. The night grows long from hour to hour, Silence stealing every ounce of power. Still somewhere beneath the weight you wear, A quiet heartbeat whispers, "I'm still there." --- *Pre-Chorus* Don't mistake folded wings for being broken, Or hidden colours for being lost. Some things survive by waiting, Not by fighting every storm. --- *Chorus* There's a strength deep inside you, Even if you can't believe. Not every butterfly shows its colours Every time it comes to rest. Some days the world only sees the grey, The weathered side you try to hide. But the colours never left your wings— They're only waiting for the light. --- *Verse 2* Staring up at the fading blue, Colours dancing across the sky. Like the wings of a thousand butterflies, Shining brightly, then folding tight. You tell yourself they're disappearing, That beauty's finally slipped away. But folded isn't faded, It's simply found another way. --- *Pre-Chorus* The longest nights can make you wonder If morning's ever meant to be. But dawn has never asked permission; It always finds the world asleep. --- *Chorus* There's a strength deep inside you, Even if you can't believe. Not every butterfly shows its colours Every time it comes to rest. Some days the world only sees the grey, The weathered side you try to hide. But the colours never left your wings— They're only waiting for the light. --- *Bridge* So if today your wings stay folded, If all you wear is dust and rain, Don't mistake surviving For something you should be ashamed. The dullest side of every wing Was never made to steal its light; It simply held the colours close Until they met the sun again. You don't have to bloom tomorrow. You don't have to chase the sun. Just keep breathing through the darkness— Morning comes one hour at a time. --- *Final Chorus* There's a strength deep inside you That no storm could ever steal. The colours aren't gone forever; They're simply hidden while you heal. When the sunlight finds your wings again, You'll see what never changed: The butterfly was always there— Its colours never flew away. --- *Outro* When they're gone and all is awry, You question if something died. Give it kindness, give it time; Soon enough you'll see the butterflies. Not because they came from nowhere, Not because the pain was small. They were resting through the weather— Their colours were there through it all.