Where Have The Butterflies Gone?

What do you do
When you no longer want to do
Anything
At anytime?

What do you say
When there's nothing to be said?
Not anything
to anyone.

What do you sing
When the song is dried up
And the music seems to have gone
Anywhere
But here?

What do you look at
When you can not see
Anything
Anywhere?

What is left
When you can't find a smile
And you're lost in a sea of despair?

What is left
When everyone needs to cry
And you can't find happiness
Anywhere?

Nothing is left
If we can not laugh.
There's nothing to be seen
If the butterflies cease to be.

Nothing is worth singing
If all it is is pain.
And there's never any use saying
"It's all gunna be okay."

Never.

Nothing.