I know a girl
Who ***** her own horn
You would think the bugle
Or conk shell would be
A blessing to our ears
But until she trusts
That she doesn't have
To parade with butterfly wings
Apparent and obvious
She may never know
Her own greatness.

That's the thing about butterflies
Their bodies are dark, grimey
No different than other insects
But it's wings
Make it magnificent.

I once knew a girl
Sat in the passenger seat in front of her
She wanted so much
But never took the time
To really look around.

Perhaps it's genetic
Perhaps it's that mid 20s crisis
Big city wanna be a star
But I have noticed a tiredness in my soul
From trying to help lift those wings
That don't need to be told
Or scolded
How to flap.

Will you look in the mirror and see the truth?
With the worldliness and culture
Brains would thump and underline
I just am not really a duo
I excuse myself
And just continue my own route.

Not everything is a product
My, his, or hers, or I's
But a brevity we breathe into the universe
Because it simply feels good
To give elation and joy
With no possession attached.

My heart goes out to her
This woman in the back of the van
She's transformative with the heart of a lion
That her mother didn't warn her of
Flap your wings sweet butterfly
But ya don't gotta say you are doing so.