Every one of these early graves
Silent in the winter's air
They once yawned open so wide
To swallow those now interred there

Those left living will never fall silent
Struggle against the crawl of time
Never will we forget the fallen
Who now lay in the graves of the butterflies

Every one of these murdered children
They were lost far too early
Taken by this unrelenting hatred
Souls fade in the winter breeze

We cannot let this continue
Lift up your tear filled eyes
Don't let their names be forgotten
Buried in the graves of the butterflies