I’m only made to crawl for now,
I spend my life knowing that one day I’m meant to fly,
But the odds are against me.
Will I ever get my chance to fly?
Even in a tree up high, ready to go into my cocoon to prepare for flight,
The tree is taken from me and used for game.
I never had the chance to fly.
When a little boy finds joy in my pain and steps on me for sport,
I never had the chance to fly.
Even if I’m now ready for flight and have sprouted my immaculate beauty,
My innocent wings are touched,
A part of me withers.
I never had the chance to fly.
When I’m held in human hands with the best intentions, I sometimes fall.
I never had the chance to fly.
At least in this space above the clouds,
I’m surrounded by gentle hands.
Now, I have my chance to fly.