What Once They Called

"What Once They Called"
2011

At the mercy of the winter winds
There seems to be a sacred fight
Mother Nature's raised her ire
Against the butterfly in flight
Flapping both her tired wings
She sighs as if to save the rest
Of the breath she'll surely need
To ease the pain inside her chest
And what once they called a butterfly
is just another moth to die
Deep inside a darling flame
Beneath a God you'd hardly blame
For her hurting heart that slowly beat
To the rhythm of a bitter name
'Cause in these cold and lonely times
Solace is what the word became
But if you ask she'll tell you no
Yet the lashes of her eyes say yes
For they're the ones who caught the tears
That almost fell and died upon her breast
Since what once they called a butterfly
is just another moth to die
Deep inside a darling flame
Beneath a God you'd hardly blame
For the fact her latest love affair
Has left her with another scar
That she'll have to hide from view
It's how she made it through this far
But darling's pushing further still
Like she'll defy the very gods
Who placed these things inside her path
To further complicate her odds
And what once they called a butterfly
is just another moth to die
Deep inside a darling flame
Beneath a God you'd hardly blame
For the fact that she has never found
More than a fleeting glimpse of love
And her concerns are weighted things
That she can't seem to rise above
But if she were somehow to shake
Free of the things that keep her here
Then the clouds should part to give her space
Where she could fly so free and clear
But what once they called a butterfly
is just another moth to die
Deep inside a darling flame
Beneath a God you'd hardly blame
For the fact that they call this butterfly
Only when it suits them best
So she'll fly high above me now
Since she thinks that I'm just like the rest...