He felt like a prisoner
Who never thought his time would come
A pessimistic caterpillar
Who'd never be a butterfly
Would never spread his wings
Consigned to the undergrowth
Would never learn to fly
Or explode into colour
Explode into colour
Everything he thought was true
Turned out to be based on a lie
When disillusion came along
It felt like everything was wrong
It had to be destroyed
Had to be annihilated
A madness born of rage
Inside the hurt and silence
Where darker shadows dwell
Until the creature found his voice
And said all he had to say
Endured a journey through his soul
That took forever
He landed in a place
He barely recognised
In the mirror caught his face
And was happily surprised
With everything he saw
He beheld something new
Something lasting and true
A world of sweet vibrations
She took him in her arms
And freedom was encapsulating
Freedom was encapsulating
Freedom was encapsulating