A tiny butterfly who never flew.
Never saw the sun as others do.
Never made kids stop and stare.
This butterfly now in God's care.

A special butterfly for girl or boy.
A symbol of colour, one of joy.
And one of change they also say.
A sign of a soul, for which I pray.

Awoken and now it's ready to fly.
But fluttering it won't be in the sky.
God calls the butterfly from its bed.
Its wings in Heaven now to spread.