Do you find that time can fly you by?
With a look at the floor and then to the sky.
Where did it come from and where did it go?
What now do I have to show?
Was it about the journey or destination?
What did I learn, did I see transformation?
Did I go from a cocoon into a butterfly?
Why is that process beauty we can't deny?
I am created to fly, to fly wide,
To show my colours and not to hide.
Through every season to be free,
Despite circumstances, just to be me.
What beauty there is in the journey,
To know it's who I am that counts, just me,
Not what I do or say,
Because what matters is how I live today.
SO here goes: embrace the ride,
Dont be ashamed about brokenness or low tide.
You'll never be perfect, beauty flows from mess,
It's from the ashes we will rise in a white long dress!
With a look at the floor and then to the sky.
Where did it come from and where did it go?
What now do I have to show?
Was it about the journey or destination?
What did I learn, did I see transformation?
Did I go from a cocoon into a butterfly?
Why is that process beauty we can't deny?
I am created to fly, to fly wide,
To show my colours and not to hide.
Through every season to be free,
Despite circumstances, just to be me.
What beauty there is in the journey,
To know it's who I am that counts, just me,
Not what I do or say,
Because what matters is how I live today.
SO here goes: embrace the ride,
Dont be ashamed about brokenness or low tide.
You'll never be perfect, beauty flows from mess,
It's from the ashes we will rise in a white long dress!