Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

sam

Each breath a chance, each step a way, To mold the promise of the day. Let hope arise, let dreams take flight, For morning brings the soul its light. ©Alphy

Alphy

Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

sam

Each breath a chance, each step a way, To mold the promise of the day. Let hope arise, let dreams take flight, For morning brings the soul its light. ©Alphy

Alphy