We're all little butterflies,
Some of us are bigger than others,
And some of us are tiny.
No matter what happens,
You have to keep going.
Life is the air we struggle to fly through.

The air is contaminated,
So some of us have a hard time breathing.
There are tornadoes,
Which the bigger butterflies can easily fly through,
While the tiny ones get swept away.
Life is something we all try to fly through,
But most don't survive.

Then there are the ones who like to capture us,
The ones we call "Society".
They put us in jars and we are confined,
There is no space to just fly and be free.
They like to judge us,
Watch us struggle to be free for their own entertainment.

Life is the air we fly in.
Society is the thing that confines us.
And we...
Are the butterflies who try to brave through it all.
Some survive,
While others don't.