I was an ugly worm,
crouch through the mud, hide behind the bush,
hurt, dirty, cry and alone,
I was an ugly worm ..

and so a gold string starting to comes,
followed by the others, and I make it ones,
became a cocoon where I sleep and lies,

I was an ugly worm,
but then a gold cocoon I become ..

now it’s a little wings starting to show,
not as strong as the wings of crow,
but I know it’ll be best wings that I’ve ever know,

I have my wings, but still can’t fly ..

Why they break my wings ?
Why they break my wings ..?
Why they break my wings ….?

It’s hurt, No ..
It’s hurt, No …
It’s hurt, ….., Yes ….

I’m loving, and end with I’m being hated..
I’m respecting, but later they think that I’m just such a weird..
I’m trusting, then they grab my wings and break it into pieces..

Why they break my wings ?
Why ..?
Just why …?

I’m just a weak butterfly, that just starting to learn to fly ..

I’m hurt, I’m down, and I get up ..
I’m hurt, I’m down, and more I get up ..
I’m hurt, I’m down, but still more I get up ..

They break my wings, and It’s okay ..
Coz I can make it again, and find my way ..

Oh God, in your will I surrender ..
Please granted my wish, and make everything comes better ..

They break my wings ..

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