It's All Butterflies

Honey dew and sweet milky lies,
Kid when you die it’s all butterflies.
I don’t want to hear your cries.
Mind your tongue and speak your lullabies.
Take off that silly disguise,
See the truth; it’s in my eyes,
But in my voice a different vision implies.
He says nothing comes as a surprise,
That the word is lit by fireflies.
Yet no matter how hard he tries
I feel this boat of faith ready to capsize.
You’re dead long before the blood dries,
And some speak their final goodbyes,
Then the world continues clockwise
Working toward the final prize
Drinking honey dew and sweet milky lies,
Telling kids that when they die it’s all butterflies.