Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a house with a red door.
She is not what she seems
She is not who she appears

In the dim light of the window I saw eyes, I saw a smile and a dance

Her eyes spoke to me in silence, they were calling me, they were screaming at me. It was the scream of a butterfly trying to flap her wings high in a green blue sky

The doors were locked and the windows were shut.
There she stood, my morning star,
wanting to shine, wanting to be where she belongs in the green blue sky

Stars belong to skies and butterflies too!  Rainbows also

Why do we build houses with locked doors?  Why do we chain ourselves where we don’t belong? why don’t we free our souls and break big red doors?

Stars belong to skies and butterflies too...  Rainbows also.
She belongs not behind closed red doors.  No, no .. not that beautiful soul