Butterflies, instead. she looked at her broken wings,
It ain't perfect,
it was a 'ittle bit torn,
But nothing's so bad it can't flap again.
She flapped' it twice,
Look up into the sky,
The sunlight gave her strength,
And with her broken wings,
She's ready to give flight a chance again.
She's going to fly again.
And this time she's sure,
It's gonna be better than the last.
1 comment:
Broken wings will mend in time. one day the robin... eh I mean the butterfly will fly again.
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