Flying Outside My Window Pane

The butterflies are flying outside my window pane Knocking, knocking Yelling at me to get out of my empty home That I don't need to be alone And I replied I choose to be on my own They scream and yell it's empty inside The rain keeps pouring down But what they don't know Is I live in the shadow of what I know And sometimes the best medicine is time Sure darkness lives inside But all things comes to pass Like the past And sometimes time goes fast The sun will shine The flowers will bloom Dreams will come again, soon When patience and healing begins to make room