Butterfly

I want to sore high in the sky.
I want to be so innocent and sweet.
I want to be higher then anything can fly.
I want the sun and I to meet.

I want to get away from this place.
I want to get away from it all.
My wings made of all lace.
So my wings will catch me when I fall.

For now I must go.
So watch for me way up high.
And just go with the flow.
I want to be just like a butterfly.