Like A Butterfly

We can't lose ourselves
Our world may be torn apart
with our walls crumbling to dust
Without rains, Without grains
We hideaway in seeking shelter
and hoping to immortalize lost souls
The nameless, the faceless
We are an extension of our race
Our people, our culture
We are what is left of home
Our cursed soil may bear no fruit
So, we seek paradise on any ground we discover
We can only evolve like a butterfly
Changing into something more than ourselves
To be born anew