Let the world roar home. I got something. I've got something I need to tell you. I'm someone. Someone you should really want to know. Should really wanna know.
Oh and look me up. Look me down. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. I've got left to share with you if you don't want to listen. I set the world back in the storm. Calming the others and still go, beauty nothing less.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
