Beautiful Butterfly
I was a caterpillar
Eating and praying to survive
Slowly growing each day
Hoping and believing I’ll fly
Isolated in a cocoon
Thinking and praying I won’t fall
As the days pass by one by one
I see the others start to fly
Still in my cocoon I start to wonder why
My hope gets smaller and smaller
Blinded by sadness I couldn’t see
Something staring back at me
The day it’s almost gone and disappeared
Feeling stupid I’ve realized
I am beautiful butterfly
And I was the whole time
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