I was born an ugly creature
Was weak by nature
Every moment of my life was a struggle
Surviving was a battle
Yet I never lost my will to live
Nor cursed God for this life
For, at the end of every struggle
Lies the sweetness of victory
I enjoyed each moment of my freedom
Never worrying about the impending doom
For, worrying about my future
Would only spoil my present
I'm the butterfly
And I urge humans to accept my way of life
I urge them to take flight...
