there’s this beautiful butterfly
that always seems to fly by
her graceful and colourful wings
remind me of my sweet dreams

it seems as if she doesn’t have a worry in the world
as if all her problems corrode
she flies cheerfully and i wonder
what could she be thinking about

as she lands gracefully on my hand
her eyes wide open and she’s smiling at me
i think of a perfect name for her
she’s precious , precious … yeah Precious

and in the midst of my thoughts, she flew away
as beautiful as a daisy, as daring as a rose
so my message to you today is …
spread your wings up high