Daughter of A Butterfly
I was raised making mistakes
And smiling in the middle of the struggle
In half-built streets and barefoot feeling the mud
Raised with the humbleness of having nothing
And at the same time having everything
I was raised in pure love with no shame
Love without cautions and conditions
A love powerful like the heavens
Surrounded by women made of ink and paper
Written by a divine hand
All of them protagonists of their stories
And owners of their destinies
Amongst them was my mother
That taught me to love myself from sanity
And to yearn for my essence
Openly dreaming of granting me the wings
That she was never able to use on her own
And fearless
She taught me to fly to a world she never knew
To bravely not restrict myself to human coherence
To dream without limits
To open my own paths
And explore unexpected seas
I touched the moon and brought her a piece of it
And I felt alive
And she felt alive
Because if I owe my life to someone else rather than God
It is to the woman who made me worthy of it
Who made sure that I lived my life fearless
As the world always prohibited us from living
And smiling in the middle of the struggle
In half-built streets and barefoot feeling the mud
Raised with the humbleness of having nothing
And at the same time having everything
I was raised in pure love with no shame
Love without cautions and conditions
A love powerful like the heavens
Surrounded by women made of ink and paper
Written by a divine hand
All of them protagonists of their stories
And owners of their destinies
Amongst them was my mother
That taught me to love myself from sanity
And to yearn for my essence
Openly dreaming of granting me the wings
That she was never able to use on her own
And fearless
She taught me to fly to a world she never knew
To bravely not restrict myself to human coherence
To dream without limits
To open my own paths
And explore unexpected seas
I touched the moon and brought her a piece of it
And I felt alive
And she felt alive
Because if I owe my life to someone else rather than God
It is to the woman who made me worthy of it
Who made sure that I lived my life fearless
As the world always prohibited us from living
Credits
Writer(s): Morelys Urbano
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