Your Butterfly

What happened to your butterfly?
She used to float so free.
She used to smile, but it’s been awhile
Since she’s been that happy.

If you ask, she won’t say a word;
You know butterflies don’t speak.
She used to sing, but here’s the thing- 
Her song is growing weak.

What was it you said
To your fragile, little flower?
She used to laugh on your behalf,
But she grows quieter by the hour.

You’re praying for your butterfly
To smile at you once more.
You want to cry, and so do I.
She’s not your butterfly anymore.