Butterfly
I will fly like a butterfly ; And I will sting like a bee ; I will shoot golden arrows ; In all directions ; I will still a horse and ride it ; For as long as I can ; I will sing hymns and prayers ; At the top of my lungs ; I will float down the river ; I will never look back ; I will turn all the road signs ; And make them point up ; I see my shadow ; Seems he's smiling at me ; Telling me you're going nowhere ; You've got no direction ; I reply you're just a color ; You don't even exist ; And I can paint you in orange ; Make you look like a clown ; Then I will float down the river ; I will never look back ; I will turn all the road signs ; And make them point up; 