Once was I, a little butterfly, Fluttering in the wind as I flew high, Reminiscing on the little I had reached, The approval of others that I beseeched.
Once was I, a little butterfly, Fluttering in the wind as I flew high, My imperfections defining my self conclusion, Was this life of mine just an illusion?
Once was I, a little butterfly, Fluttering in the wind as I flew high, In the shadows as my silence screamed, My heart was caged though my enthusiasm beamed.
No longer am I, a little butterfly, Fluttering in the wind as I flew high, I took upon a different kind, The lion in me that I defined.