Spreading her wings
Look at that butterfly flying so high,
so high as it can possibly go. For she is worth more
than money, because beauty shines on that butterfly. She wants
to be that butterfly, that's on her path, soaring through the clouds
helping mend the pain. So why won't you follow her? Because she's ready to fly
and spread her wings. She thinks she's learned enough for now. We all need
someone to pick us up and show us the rainbow. She's spreading her wings as far
as the sea. Spreading her wings to every inch of space. For if you were here now,
you would see her flying into her destiny!
Watching her fly and
break her wings
while the clouds swallow her up.
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