Butterfly graveyard.

In a field of butterflies, One flies damaged not too high. All the others laugh and shout, You dont matter just give up.

In a field of butterflies, One tries hard to touch the sky. All the others are above So the little butterfly gives up.

In a field of butterflies, On the ground where no one flies, Lies a little butterfly, Broken and beaten by the world.

In a field of butterflies, On the ground where no one flies, Theres a special little place Where all the prettiest butterflies lie to rest.