Come take my hand, let’s take a walk,
You’re thinking of making a change.
I think I see a light, so I hope we can talk.
You know, you and I, we’ve done this before,
We’re talking of caterpillars to butterflies.
We’re born dark, we live in the earth,
Our world is small, yet we think its wide
We look up high, and dream of a birth,
Yet we fail to see, so we stay in the ground.
We’re still talking of caterpillars to butterflies.
We tie ourselves up, as tight as we can.
This is the way, I no longer have to think,
You please take care of me, I’ll just stand.
So you wait and wait and sweat and sweat.
We’re not talking of caterpillars to butterflies.
You’re cracking apart, not liking what he did,
But you let him do it, you gave him control.
He promised to be good, he’ll give you a kid.
Take roses and wine, let’s go in the ground.
We’re now talking of caterpillars staying caterpillars.
Now Sita was a curl and Ram had a crow.
And when they lived in the forest,
Ram kept caterpillars, but he’d never let them grow.
They stayed dark and lived in the box,
Until one day, Sita threw Ram from the nest.
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