Somehere in between black and white
Somewhere in the lows-
In between the light.
I asked you, "where are you going?"
"To make my life." you say.
I think that life is happening I tell you.
But I know better,
I don't fight, I don't cry.
I let you go about your way.
A free spirit is never yours-
Was never intended to be.
Their eyes are as big as Earth.
Their curiosity so wild, and free.

Amid all of the confusion,
I find peace in growth.
I've let this butterfly free
I've Learned to let go