I am a butterfly
I wonder if my wings are beautiful
I hear people talking about my wings
I see people when I fly
I want to see my wings
I am a butterfly

I pretend that I could see my wings
I feel happy and somethings sad
I touch the clouds when I fly
I worry about my wings
I cry when people judge my wings
I am a butterfly

I understand that it’s hard to see my wings
I say, my wings are beautiful even though I can’t see my wings
I dream to see my wings
I try to see my wings
I hope that one day I see my wings
I am a butterfly