This is the story of a shy butterfly
Who fluttered from flower to flower
She dreamt and dreamt of reaching the sky
Dreaming from hour to hour
On the very first day of her brief life
Woken from a lullaby
She caught a lift from a visiting spaceship
Go go high, my butterfly.
Fly fly butterfly, butterfly fly go go
Go go butterfly, butterfly fly go go
Fly fly butterfly, butterfly fly go go
Butterfly go go
Today I learnt that a small gust of wind
Can change the direction of fate
I am up here the high butterfly
I hope I've not come here too late
Where am I? Where is my mother nature?!
All around me is dark sky
I feel new in this strange situation
Flutter by my butterfly
here u go have a butterfly ryan. smooch
i just,, need to find a palette now.
