The caterpillar wakes Within his dark cocoon He knows he must escape Before his house becomes his tomb For he is fast evolving And the walls are closing in To spread his living wings He must she'd his dying skin As the silken chains are severed An overwhelming world appears And for a moment his endeavor Is hindered by his fears Ah, but trusting in his instincts He emerges in the light He surrenders the familiar And takes to awkward flight And on the shoulders of a gentle breeze He triumphs in the sun And marvels at all he has become And with an angels gracefulness He dances with the morning air You will dance with Touch the sky bu*terfly Well, I understand the struggle That your heart is working through There is sorrow in the changing From the old into the new But to reach your highest calling You must bravely make a choice To accept your wings of beauty And all creation will rejoice And on the shoulders of a gentle breeze You triumph in the sun And marvel at all you have become And with an angels gracefulness You will dance with the morning air Touch the sky bu*terfly bu*terfly If you try bu*terfly