A Moth Is Not A Butterfly

A moth is not a butterfly

And I know why, I know why

It kind of makes you want to cry

That a moth is not a butterfly

But some are happy in the bluest sky

And others search in the dark of night

And sadness is a silent right

A moth is not a butterfly

A stone is not a grain of sand

It's hard, I guess, to understand

Both broken parts scatter the land

A stone is not a grain of sand

And one has lived for longer still

The other longs to break until

The wind can lift it in its hand

A stone is not a grain of sand

A desert's not a mountainside

And I know why, I know why

'cause one is vast and one divides

A desert's not a mountainside

'cause one has need for open space

The other simply in its place

It must be known far and wide

That a desert's not a mountainside

A moth is not a butterfly

And I know why, I know why

It kind of makes you want to cry

That a moth is not a butterfly