I'm a butterfly with a broken wing,
there are more ways that I can rise.
I'm a midnight sky with dimming stars,
bright lights have always hurt my eyes.

I'm a weeping willow with a broken branch,
it is no longer in my way.
I'm a messenger bird that lost it's path,
I've always wanted to get away.

I'm a rose with one too many thorns,
less reason to be scared.
I'm a flawed diamond down in the dirt,
I'd rather be hidden than shared.

I sing a tune that's all my own,
some say it cannot be a song,
but many things become so right,
the second they seem wrong.