Come see me in twenty years.
I am broken now, a bird without wings
But in twenty years, my wings will grow and I will fly.

Come and see that girl you called ugly
Or the boy you beat down
We may not love who we are now
But chin up beautiful,
because the people who hurt us now
Won't be able to see us up on cloud nine
Years from now

So those who look done on us,
come see us in twenty years.
We will have wings.