Was I born to be something special?
Why does my heart feel that there’s a mission;
I wanna be something more,
And as this feeling grows,
I become more agitated.
They tell me to be contented,
Ask me why I intend it?
Well, I thank you for the question sire,
But you won’t understand my desire,
This tune to which my heart beats.
In fact it has taken me a while
Not to be beguiled
By such questions and comments
By those whose heart laments,
To hear it’s voice too.
I guess its evolution
Giving me those resolutions
Helping me break my cocoon
Giving me the hope that I’ll soon
Become a butterfly.
And I guess I take this path
With a little hope in my heart
That like the butterfly I might
Do something right
And blossom at least one flower.
