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