They say that imma fly
But I feel so close to the ground
My mind has started racing
Thinking could this turn around?
Because every single day
I wake up and I say
I'll never be that beautiful
I'll never fly away
Because in my heart
Is this place of doubt
You see, the seeds have been nurtured
But I don't know that they'd sprout
So I continue to crawl around
Not looking up
Not looking around
Inching along all by myself
Cursing my mental health
But I want to be a butterfly
I want to fly away
I don't want to live my life thinking that i'm a mistake
So Jesus will you come, wrap me in a cocoon?
Your promise says i'm beautiful, will I see it soon?
The thing about cocoon's is it takes a little time
And when you're in the darkness you'll question if you're alive
But it's just another process
If you'd change your point of view
You'd remember the promise He'll be faithful in this too
Before you even know it the cocoon starts to crack
You prepare yourself, in case you have to attack
But next thing you know
The light comes shining through
There's a new creation and it looks like it's you