Hank:
A butterfly can flap its wings, Unknowingly creating a gentle storm upon its wake that leaves the whole world shaking

This humble flight might also bring a gentle storm tomorrow
The happiness, brought from its wings could bring joy beyond all sorrow

Everyone:
Small things become big things become all the world
And with every flight, and every fall, and every song

Hank:
We've Fallen through life {?], Shed a small tear, and all sing along because

Everyone:
Everything comes and it goes

Hank:
And I know it Echos... It Echos