Fly high, my porcelain butterfly
But you can't move, much less fly
Your soul is encased in a white marble shell
You've never felt heaven, but neither felt hell
One way to get your emotions
Is to set you free
Is to break the shell that protects you
To break your hopes and dreams
Only then will you feel sadness
You'll then know what is happiness
From a world of black and white
To one where dreams take flight
Ironic it seems
To know happiness after you've felt pain
But pain is something
I wouldn't want to feel again
So fly high, my porcelain butterfly
Now that you can feel your heart
Flutter, into the sky