Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. I was born in a cocoon. I needed to leave soon. And be reborn beyond scorn. Or see what could have been and mourn. I lived the smallest of lives. Pretty but not pretty enough was my demise. I felt time passing me by, And I wondered If I was ever gonna to fly. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. . The sky was ever blue yet nothing seemed possible or even true. My heart said that life was more. But from here to there what did I live for? I was in more than a rut. There was no up. I went nowhere. Beware, beware. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. . I found the door. Hear me roar. The sun gives me power in this short week and hour. A butterfly like me doesn’t need more. I know what I’m for. I’m part of the rainbow which brings hope tomorrow. All I needed was bravery to get somewhere quickly. Courage swept into my heart and I didn’t fall apart. Then dark became the light. I squealed in fright. I was given sight. And suddenly all the might. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. Hello to you. Welcome to me. A butterfly to be, this is my destiny. Hello to you. Welcome to me. Hello to you. A butterfly to be this is my destiny. Hello to you. Welcome to me. Hello to you. A butterfly to be this is my destiny.

I was born alive before I died. A material ghost, now I’m revived. I remember it all, awake, all night, hanging on, hanging onto the light. Sweating away the hours, dreaming of a plunge, into a penthouse pool, alone, cool. I was born alive before I died. A material ghost, now I’m revived. I turn from my lover, and hear it said, “this too shall pass.” I’m not sure I can last. I cover the folds, hiding what I cannot replace, young skin, young face, yellow hair, so fair. I was born alive before I died. A material ghost, now I’m revived. I was a girl long ago. But now it doesn’t show. My life is heat and motion, swirling in me like a hot ocean. People bump into me like I’m a ghost. But I’m material, from pillar to post. Not invisible, I stand my ground, bringing my mother’s honor around. I was born alive before I died. A material ghost, now I’m revived. I was born alive before I died. A material ghost, now I’m revived. I am of free will. I made my rebirth. To strength, to courage, I’ll show you my worth.

It’s time to be, and it’s time to see, a female life set free. Rising above my station in life. Forcing myself with all my might. I become the master of my realm. Nothing overwhelms, I’m finally at the helm. It’s time to be, and it’s time to see, a female life set free. I feel the wind at my back. I’m right on track. No way will I disappear. There is nothing to fear. I am daring now, and I’ll never allow, life to be wasted or not to be tasted. Sailing fast sailing far, I listen for the Siren’s sounds. I steer past those into the light and the magic of my feminine life. Even among this life’s din I am stronger than the old sin of sinking cold and deep, encrusted in the sea, surrendering my reverie. It’s time to be, and it’s time to see, a female life set free. The white heron stands at the shoreline between me and the divine. And it says with its eyes the truth on which I rely. You are the sun, the earth, and the sky. Never question that or ask why. Time is the release. Time gives peace. It’s time to be, and it’s time to see, a female life set free. It’s time to be, and it’s time to see, a female life set free. It’s time to be, and it’s time to see, a female life set free.

I was young and my life was not sung. Choices not made, have a price to be paid. My life went on in its routine, toiling unseen and unredeemed. And still no light. What’s wrong with me? I cried in the night. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. Time flew. The past was through. Tethers had come unbound, and now my fate was coming around. My mind acted first, realizing in a sudden burst that light had entered my imagination. I saw myself at the train station. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. Then I went into motion, acting out this notion. I pushed the door open wide, no more will I be denied. I took the big stride. Now there was no choice. I heard my own voice, the lovely lonely scream. There’s still time it would seem, for a future with dreams and walks with sunbeams. I sold my home, setting up to roam. To find my spot, I fin’lly got a shot. Each day I look in the mirror. My hopes come nearer. A wrinkle or two etched there, nothing I can’t bear. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound. The candle casts shadows on the wall. Life was set up for my big fall. Tethers tied me down. They had to come unbound.

What was I supposed to do? We were all through. Much more than they knew, I was done with this crew. I didn’t know where to turn. But I wasn’t going to return. I didn’t know what to say, at the end of that day. This family is done. We’ve had our run. Now the love is cold. There’s no one to hold. I needed a place to go. I’d never imagined such a show. I wasn’t ready and my hands weren’t steady. Hotel, motel, friend’s couch Ouch, ouch, getting my head straight to carry my own weight. This family is done. We’ve had our run. Now the love is cold. There’s no one to hold. I get a job. I go back to school. I follow the golden rule. And life begins to get cool. The calendar moves quickly. I become less prickly. Time becomes a friend. And wounds mend. I know I could never go back. The cards are stacked. Life will be good with some distance. I’m going without resistance. Good has come from the sorrow. Flowers spring tomorrow. Life gives us ways to grow. And new seeds to sow. This family is done. We’ve had our run. Now the love is cold. There’s no one to hold. This family is done. We’ve had our run. Now the love is cold. There’s no one to hold. This family is done. We’ve had our run. Now the love is cold. There’s no one to hold. This family is done. We’ve had our run. Now the love is cold. There’s no one to hold.

You’re not alone. You’re not alone. You’re not alone. You’re not alone. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. Sometimes home is a pebble, an old first place medal. Pictures elemental, thoughts sentimental. Leaving what you can’t carry, you’re on a venture for the wary. Every byway is scary You have to go. So you’re searching for a new start, sorrow can’t be the missing part. You build your nest one twig at a time, and when you say you’re done you’ve just begun. You stopped to make your mark, decorating a home is decorating the heart. Back there you left the land, carrying the smallest things and a reprimand. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. They can say what they say you didn’t run away you left when it became too much it’s them who are out of touch. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. Time passes it all seems right, yet one night you wake and there’s no light. You reach for the medal, holding it tight, it’s time again to take flight. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. Now you’ve made a new home shared with brothers that roam. Gathering their own twigs to be stitched and sewn no regrets, none flying free. Feeling the warmth of the sun, opening your hand you see your old first place medal and call it victory. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. They can say what they say you didn’t run away. You left when it became too much. It’s them who are out of touch. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. Time passes it all seems right, yet one night you wake and there’s no light. You reach for the medal, holding it tight, it’s time again to take flight. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest. You’re not alone, you’re carrying the nest. One twig is as good as a throne, for the weary heart to rest.