The butterfly escapes. She flys on the wings of grace. No one's ever seen such freedom glow on her face. The fear from years of pain slowly drift away. When the butterfly escapes on the wings of grace.
Even though I know I'm in a prison of my own choosing, you still see when you look at me vibrant color escaping. Alive and engaging. Simply breathtaking. Never broken, never broken in your eyes.
The butterfly escapes. She's alive on wings of grace. She knows this sky is her place. And it's time for her to live and it's time for her to love. And it's time, it's time for her to become.