Truth Be Told, That Every Time

I see a glimp of hope
after I have given faith a chance
when I get too close to what I desire
the butterflies find a way of dying
And what ever happens, I keep trying
But each time when I get too close
the butterflies find a way of dying around me
And over time, as days past by
I’ve learned not to cry
anymore.
No matter how many ways they find to die