I cannot tell the future

And I cannot tell a lie

I wonder if I'll ever be

A lovely butterfly?

I'm all locked up in my cocoon

But someday I'll be free

I wish I may, I wish I might,

I wish I might be me.

I'm much too young to be confused

By what the future holds

For me, I wish my wings might be

In hues of blue and gold.

For now I'm stuck in this cocoon

Thinking, until I'll be

A butterfly, but I for now

Just wonder what I'll be.