Silent as A butterfly...
Swiftly making my move.
You ask me who am I.
For I am not defined.
For I have no voice.
Indeed you are right.
If you listen to the world beyond yourself
You will see who am I.
My voice is the world.
Whom is constantly changing.
For I dream of dreams.
Dreams where rainy days aren't sad.
Where music describes who we are and not our actions.
Living in a world where aspirations comes true.
For I am an uplifting butterfly.
The uplifting butterfly.
Coming and going like the seasons.
But I'll be there for any reason.
I am "THE UPLIFTING BUTTERFLY."