Butterflies Are Free

The world, with its hands so tight,
Tried to shape me, day and night.
Told me where to stand, to fall,
How to speak, how to crawl.
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With rules and whispers, it would call,
"Fit the mold, conform to all."
But like a butterfly in a bubble,
I felt the pressure, the weight, the struggle.
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They wanted me small, they wanted me still,
A creature confined, bound by their will.
But deep inside, I felt the fire,
The wings of my soul, my heart’s desire.

So I shattered the glass, beyond repair,
Refused to suffocate in despair.
I spread my wings, wide and free,
No longer trapped by what they’d decree.

I flew beyond their limits and lies,
Past the clouds, into open skies.
For I am not their fragile thing,
I am the storm, I am the spring.

The world may try, but I will not fold,
I’ll dance in the sun, forever bold.
No cage, no bubble, no box, no chain,
I am the wild, I am the flame.