I walk by and find the broken wings of a butterfly
I pick them up and a change happens in the sky
It's turning so much darker and the wings start to arise
I look at them and against my will my body follows them and flies
I realize they're made out of iron as I take a closer look
Flapping like the wind blowing through the pages of an open book
I'm drawn to their beauty and can't get them out of my sight
Suddenly three angels appear all dressed in white
They tell me "Welcome to heaven, son of Adam and Eve"
I see the magnificence of God's creation and start to believe
