Butterfly
December was the month I was born
In a little green leaf that looks a bit torn
Cold is the temperature that surrounds me
But familiar arms brings my little heart at glee
Growing up has never been easy
My small body becomes too busy
Different colors now I see...
In a little green leaf that looks a bit torn
Cold is the temperature that surrounds me
But familiar arms brings my little heart at glee
Growing up has never been easy
My small body becomes too busy
Different colors now I see...