it was not my decision
To conjure up mirrored images that we share
You and me, my dear
Feet firmly planted in the same hell
Interesting though how
This plays out

Madam, I remember you now
That was you that stood right out
What was it though, about you?
Oh, I know! oh no!!!

When your cocoon breaks,
You'll fly away
What then will your intentions be
With your beautiful wings spread, displayed?
Madam, embrace your true brillance

And fly fly, fly, fly!!!

Madam butterfly
Seek out your true brillance
Let no one ever stop you!