Butterflies everywhere,
fluttering around with no care.
Wings shining in the sun,
flying around having fun.

Little Moth, only one around,
flapping around, always with a frown.
Tiny wings, cloudy though strong,
never wanting to do any wrong.

But then Little Moth found its way,
following the path of ones rarely seen.
Away from the shadows did the moth stray,
away from the darkness did the moth ween.

Into the sunlight, flying by,
other moths having a good ole time.
Farther and farther did Little Moth climb,
never before flying so high.

Then Little Moth wasn't alone,
finally feeling happy and freed.
Flight has now sprouted like a tiny seed,
all of the colors now being shown.

He tells me to do what makes me happy.
He tells me to say what's on my mind.
He tells me to say when something is wrong.
He tells me to do what I think is best.

He tells me he'll always listen.
He tells me he's never gonna judge.
He tells me he's always gonna be there.
He tells me he'll always try to make things right.

He tells me I'm like a sister.
He tells me I don't talk too much.
He tells me I make things better.
He tells me I'm fun to be around.

He tells me there's something different between us.
He tells me that our bond is unique.
He tells me that we'll always talk to each other.
He tells me there's nothing that will break us down.

I tell him I'll always talk to him.
I tell him I feel happier around him.
I tell him I always laugh when I'm near him.
I tell him I'll always love him.

I'm so scared, so scared, so scared.
I need to just decide, just decide, just decide.
I could go hide, go hide, go hide.
What do I choose, choose, choose??

Boy?? Girl?? Boy?? Girl??
My thoughts are beginning to whirl.
Whichever side I choose,
the other is something I lose.

Whether it's someone and their beliefs, beliefs, beliefs.
Taking my heart with them like a thief, thief, thief.
Or part of myself and my pride, pride, pride.
And the hours over which I have cried, cried, cried.

The thoughts I know I've always had.
Are they good or are they bad??
If the thoughts I have never show,
they will continue to grow and grow.

But I'm so scared, so scared, so scared.
It's a very big choice, big choice, big choice.
I need to decide with my voice, my voice, my voice.
So what do I choose, choose, choose??

I told her before I knew for sure.
I told him before I knew for sure.
I told her before I knew for sure.
I still don't know for sure.

I might not ever know,
but whichever way I go,
I know they will be right by my side,
even after all the times I lied.

Pick out a dress.
You'll look your best.
If only they knew,
the pictures my mind drew.

After the many makeup looks,
the smile like the cover on books.
If only they knew,
and I could show myself true.

But now, they know.
When I told them, my smile did glow.
Now, I can be myself,
I don't have to hide like dust on a shelf.

I told her before I knew for sure.
I told him before I knew for sure.
I told her before I knew for sure.
I still don't know for sure.

I might not ever know,
but whichever way I go,
I know they will be right by my side,
even after all the times I lied.

I'm not me.
I don't like the way I am.
I'm not the right type of me.
I'm not the me I show.

The things I do.
The items I own.
The way I act.
The body I have.

These things aren't really me.
I don't like the way I am.
I want to be different.
I don't want to be me.

I don't want to cross my legs.
I don't want to wear skirts and dresses.
I don't want to hop and skip.
I don't want to do what she does.

I want to slouch when I sit.
I want to wear suits and ties.
I want to run and jump.
I want to do what he does.

I don't want to have heels and flats.
I don't want to have necklaces and hairties.
I don't want to have makeup and perfume.
I don't want to have what she has.

I want to have boots and hightops.
I want to have hats and sunglasses.
I want to have hairgel and cologne.
I want to have what he has.

I don't want to act cute and reserved.
I don't want to act bubbly and sweet.
I don't want to act lady like.
I don't want to act like she does.

I want to act wild and open.
I want to act tough and strong.
I want to act manly.
I want to act like he does.

I don't want the long, flowy hair.
I don't want the petite frame.
I don't want the rosy cheeks.
I don't want the body she has.

I want the short, fluffy hair.
I want the tall, strong frame.
I want the sharp jawline.
I want the body he has.

Yeah, I said it.
I don't like the way I am.
I don't want to be "her".
I want to be "him".

Dripping, dripping, ever so slowly,
flooding the fields of flowers below.
Strands of grass, never to be lonely,
standing and falling in row.

Treetops descending, crooked and bent,
trailing the paths, having been spent.
Dripping, dripping, ever so slowly,
tears of clouds and tears of worry.

Is it the wind??
That blows branches array??
Or is it the sin??
That causes leaves to fly stray??

Lowering, lowering, bright and pink,
stars in the sky causing hands to link.
Dripping, dripping, ever so slowly,
basking in sadness and basking in glory.

Loving something is a sacred thing,
but loving someone is an eternal bond,
never to be broken, forever strong.
Love is not something that is just a fling.

It doesn't come and go,
it lingers,
counting eternity on all ten fingers.
Coming once to forever show.

You can't make it leave, no matter what you try,
it is always there,
sometimes almost too much to bear.
It makes you laugh, and it makes you cry.

Loving something is a sacred thing,
but loving someone is an eternal bond,
always here, forever on your mind.
Breaking it, however, can cause a sting.

Loving something is a sacred thing,
but loving someone is an eternal bond,
ever present, forever fond.
Capture it quickly for the joy it can bring.