Bright, beautiful wings
Like a freshly woken spring
Flying above my dreams
Nothing is as it seems
Little colorful butterfly
Don't make them cry
Use your wings to raise
Use your power to praise
Bright, beautiful wings
Like a freshly woken spring
Don't fly above with your glorious beams
But carry all of our dreams
We can soar and fall
This is the pattern for all
We want to believe that we can
But then we put our faith in a man
A father who wouldn't stay around
Rather watch them fall to the ground
I always wanted to know what it's like to have one
I want a father to show me how to love
But he didn't want to be near