I am a butterfly.
And like a butterfly,
I want to taste the sweetness of the flowers
And feel the heat of the sun in my wings.

But I am a butterfly.
In a world where I can not be.
And until the sweet turns bitter and
The heat goes cold,
I will still be delicate.

So remember,
After the world becomes a place
That only fits the strong and bold,
Remember how you felt like
When a butterfly flied by.