Hope is a Butterfly

That white, little piece of paper up in the sky
So high
It'd reach a skyscraper.
Anyone could've mistaken it for a butterfly.

That white, little piece of paper fluttered straight to the ground.
Once again, my Hope was found.
Following came in a message that would astound.

That white, little piece of paper I threw in the air.
Nothing happened;
I guess the results we quite fair.
How lame.
But now, I realize what I've seen were really no game.