*** Transformation of a butterfly as a metaphor for a man’s life *** [Guitar solo] [Intro] Mmm-hmm… (Change is comin’ slow…) Yeah… [Short Instrumental interlude] [Verse 1] I came from dirt, the lowdown land, Where boys grow wild, then fade like smoke. No wings, no sky, just broken hands, And dreams too soft to poke. [Verse 2] I wore old skin that wasn’t mine, Torn from the weight of fear and pride. I spun my silence, thread by line, And curled up deep inside. [Chorus] Now I’m flyin’, Lord! I’m flyin’ slow, Through wind that hums like grief. That old cocoon don’t fit no mo’, And pain became my peace. ( became my peace...) [Short Instrumental interlude]] [Bridge] Hung on a limb in the cold, Wrapped in a whisper I told. The boy disappeared, The man reappeared— With wings that shimmered gold. (Gold!) [Verse 3] I shed my name Like it was thread, Laid bare beneath the moon. The things I lost, the tears I bled, All bloomed inside that cocoon. [Chorus] Yeah I’m flyin’, not too high, But high enough to see— The body breaks, the soul gets by, And butterflies ain’t free. (Butterflies ain’t free…) [Short Instrumental interlude] [Bridge] They said I’d never make it out— (But they don’t know what breaks can grow.) I cracked wide open from the doubt— (And found the wings below.) [Verse 4] Now I don’t crawl like I used to do, Don’t wear those lies like skin. I learned from caterpillar truths— To fall, then start again. (Again…) [Outro] A butterfly with Delta eyes, Driftin’ low through smoky skies… The man I was is dust and thread— (broke the shell…) And flew instead. (…and flew instead.) [Instrumental – Slow fade]
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