Just like a butterfly,
Fighting for a new tomorrow,
I stretch within myself,
struggling to unfold my wings that have been folded inward for far too long,
my wings fling wide open.
Strength comes by searching where my heart has been, now look at me, look what i have become.
I fly. I soar. As I discover the joy of living on the other side of me.
my past doesn't get me down, it doesn't bother me. Coz I'm flying. Flying so high up in the sky,
ever so high. Without a worry or care.
Imagine me as a butterfly, beautiful and blooming in color.