Verse 1 Don’t look for me in shadows, Or only where we cried. I’m still in every kindness That opens someone’s eyes. If mercy was my language, Then let it be yours too. Every heart you welcome home Is where I’ll walk with you. Pre-Chorus Love was never borrowed. Love cannot disappear. It simply learns a different way To let itself be heard. Chorus When the Comma Butterfly Comes dancing through the light, Don’t ask if heaven sent me… Just smile—I might. Every orange, every amber wing, Every quiet afternoon, Is my way of saying, “I still sing with you.” This isn’t our ending. Love didn’t say goodbye. It’s only a little comma Between the earth and sky. Verse 2 I know there are still mornings You reach across the bed. I know there are conversations You finish in your head. Keep telling me your stories. Keep laughing when you can. Love is never measured By the limits life demands. Pre-Chorus You’ve carried me so gently. You never let me fall. You kept the best of who we were Alive inside us all. Chorus When the Comma Butterfly Comes floating through the trees, Maybe it’s just nature… Or maybe…it’s me. Not to take your sorrow, Not to steal your tears, Only to remind you Love is always here. This isn’t our ending. Not where forever lies. It’s only a little comma Between our two lives. Bridge So love your neighbor fiercely. Forgive before you’re asked. Mercy always travels farther Than judgment ever has. If someone remembers me, Don’t tell them how I died. Tell them I believed that love Was always worth the fight. And if they ask where I have gone, Don’t point toward the stone. Point toward the ones still choosing love… That’s where I’ve gone home. Final Chorus When the Comma Butterfly Finds you once again, Let it make you smile The way it always did back then. One day all these commas Will finally become one line, And I’ll be waiting, Just beyond What we call time. Until then, Listen for the laughter. Feel the morning breeze. Love is patient. Love remembers. And every time The Comma Butterfly Comes to visit… Think of me.
