Butterfly Fly
Fly little butterfly fly, for you are beauty and free.
Ever changing, ever transforming.
I am changing, I am forming, I am growing.
Like a butterfly so beautiful and yet so free.
Always changing, always transforming.
I am that butterfly, I am beautiful but yet I am not free.
Open the window, let me fly for I am not a child anymore.
You have helped transform this cocoon into a beautiful butterfly.
Set me free. For if not it will wider and die,
like a flower when it gets no water.
Let me wonder, let me live, let me learn from my mistakes.
Don’t let me wider, don’t let me die just set this butterfly free.
Open the window, unlock the door and no matter how far I go.
I will always be your baby, no matter how old I grow.
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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