Like a butterfly about to take flight,
You will move on
My love you will blossom
You will grow tall,
past the small stems
of the small people around you
They'll try to dim your light
Constantly tearing down
the thoughts that they
just can't understand
But they don't have that power
You're a Sunday morning
too bright to be trapped amongst
the minds around you
Don't hold back,
Please move on and watch
them stare in awe at the beauty
you'll create
A beauty they don't deserve to know