Broken little butterfly,
Why do you still lie here?
Shaking and trembling and quivering in fear?
Broken little butterfly,
Why do you let those small wounds scar,
And keep you back from being who you really are?
Broken little butterfly,
You don’t need them to help you reach the sky.
They’ve patched your wings together,
And now it’s time to give those wings a try.
Broken little butterfly,
Learn to be lonely if you must,
But you know you could always be taught to trust.
Broken little butterfly,
Stretch your new wings so beautiful and strong.
There, doesn’t that feel better?
You’re finally singing your own song.
Broken little butterfly,
Learn to soar on your own.
My My My,
My little butterfly,
look how far you’ve grown.
Butterfly,
You know who you are,
Break free from those cold steel bars.
My My My,
My broken little butterfly.
Look,
You’ve finally made that your song your own.
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