Sure, her art's a different kind
but she's breaking from her shell
no longer is she daily dying,
no longer does every day feel like hell
Heaven is a lovely place,
where butterflies flutter free,
she knows now not all angels have wings,
that there's something more to see
And maybe this is just a peak,
in a world full of valleys e'er deep
but at this point in time, she cares not
for the first time in a while, she prayed before sleep
She got to be so thankful,
she felt a momentary burst of love
and no, she's not close to perfect,
but she feels like she's almost enough
Can you hear her today?
she smiles instead of cries
lovely, it's one breath at a time
as this butterly learns to fly
