I wanted you to know I loved the way you laughed.

I wanted to hold you and steal your pain away.

I still keep your photograph

Cause I don't feel right, now that you've gone away.

Your soul is painted with butterfly wings

Flying away from the pain, flying so high,

as if going into space.

At least you are in a better place.

Wait for me when you get there, please.

Until from this bond I find my release.

Then i can find my way,

and we shall dwell in the land of the uncloudy day.