To my future butterfly:
Hold my hand and walk me home, I never want to be alone.
I’m tired of waiting, longing and hoping
It feels like almost everyday I am only breaking.
I am waiting for you, it seems it is the only possible thing to do.
But when I am done waiting, will you come waving?
If I ask you to stay, would you show me the way?
Come and stay or would you rather walk away?
Hold my hand never let it go
and I promise to walk with you until the end of the road.
I cannot wait forever, take me with you it is now or never.