The caterpillar wakes

Within his dark cocoon

He knows he must escape

Before his house becomes his tomb

For he is fast evolving

And the walls are closing in

To spread his living wings

He must shed his dying skin



As the silken chains are severed

An overwhelming world appears

And for a moment his endeavor

Is hindered by his fears

Ah, but trusting in his instincts

He emerges in the light

He surrenders the familiar

And takes to awkward flight



And on the shoulders of a gentle breeze

He triumphs in the sun

And marvels at all he has become

And with an angels gracefulness

He dances with the morning air

You will dance with

Touch the sky

Butterfly



Well, I understand the struggle

That your heart is working through

There is sorrow in the changing

From the old into the new

But to reach your highest calling

You must bravely make a choice

To accept your wings of beauty

And all creation will rejoice



And on the shoulders of a gentle breeze

You triumph in the sun

And marvel at all you have become

And with an angels gracefulness

You will dance with the morning air

Touch the sky

Butterfly





Butterfly

If you try

Butterfly