The purple butterfly

Verse 1

In the quiet after everything broke

When the world still turned but my heart felt slow

A purple butterfly danced through the air

Like heaven was whispering, she’s still here

Fragile wings in a violet glow

Too beautiful for the pain we know

She brushed my tears and then she flew

Left love behind like she meant to do

Verse 2

By my side, a little sparrow stayed

Trembling chest but strong in his faith

Quiet courage, eyes worn tired

But he never once left my side

He gathered hope in a broken nest

Held my hands when I couldn’t rest

Even when his own heart bled

He stayed, he stayed

Pre-Chorus

And I didn’t know who I’d be

After the world took part of me

But something still inside would sing

Even shattered, I still had wings

Chorus

I’m the lark in the open sky

Learning how to lift and cry

Singing through the ache and fear

Because love is louder than despair

A sparrow guards what still remains

A butterfly breaks every chain

Three hearts written in God’s own art

Never apart, never apart

Verse 3

The lark sings not because she’s whole

But because love still fills her soul

Every note is a prayer I send

To my baby in the arms of heaven

I sing when the pain tries to pull me under

I sing when my heart splits like thunder

Because God hears every broken sound

And He never lets them hit the ground

Bridge

The sparrow flies low, steady and sure

The lark rises high, vulnerable, pure

And the butterfly dances where heaven meets air

A promise of life beyond despair

She reminds me death is not the end

Just love with a different bend

And every time the wind turns mild

I feel you close, my child

Chorus (soft, lifted)

I’m the lark, still learning to trust

To rise through ash, sorrow, and dust

A sparrow keeps watch through the night

A butterfly bathes the sky in light

God drew us in feather and flame

Painted grief and grace the same

Three souls held in His open hand

Closer than we understand

Outro

So when purple wings brush my face

I know love still fills this space

A sparrow waits, a lark still sings

And heaven holds the butterfly’s wings