She's no butterfly
Her world isn’t perfect
Mixed emotions
Of a torture insect
A kid burns a hole
With a magnifying glass
And no one cares
As they walk past
And he toys and plays
Rips a leg off or two
And crippled she crawls
Straight up to you
What would you do?
Leave her dying on the sidewalk?
Or comfort and care?
Entertain and talk?
You would step over her
Squish the bug under your shoe
You corporation executive
To good to be true
She is imperfect
Full of flaws
And I will fill the holes
All because-
She's my butterfly
My insect
And I love her
Because she’s imperfect
And I don’t care
If she doesn’t love me
If it’s a lost cause
As long as she's free
And I will help
Be there for support
And I will love her
'En passant la mort'.