Pick up your fuckin pieces,
Wipe up the pity parade.
It’s time you take the fourth birth,
Enough playing dumb charades.
The incubation comes an end with a drumroll.
It took it’s time and now comes the phase,
To shine back as you did,
Swaying away from the Dusty haze.
Change the skin that died ages ago,
Refresh the hopes for it’s time to dry.
For the worth of you is not in diamonds,
It’s in the sweat of answering,all your why’s.
Wash your eyes and all that was dirty.
Spring up staring into the bright clear sky.
For you’ve borne the pregnancy of metamorphosis,
And it’s about time for rebirth of a butterfly!