I'm a mess you don't want to be with,
A pandemonium you don't want to know,
A charming butterfly that has lost its confidence.
The wings were there on my shoulders
But the flowers I want to carry
Held me down to earth.
I was merely a tiny being
Was ready to give up
When I realized that I hold someone else's happiness
In both of my arms.
That thought gave me a reason to live,
Made my wings stronger,
Grew me bigger,
To fly higher than I'd ever been.
Now the flowers grow wonderfully
In a garden under the sunlight
Along with other butterflies,
Enjoying the short life we have
Until one day as a larva,
we start anew.
