Coshiva - Butterfly

sometimes my dad stings like a bee
I've got to stop my asking
And see the world from above
oh- how small his hands can be
my mum told me be a strong girl
be much stronger than me
use your heart and don;t question
why it;s always me?
my grandma said be a good girl
and pray to god
listen what you do to others
the others do to you
my brother was too young
my mum had to hold her tongue
and i was the eldest and had to be strong
sometimes i wanted to

chorus*

fly like a butterfly - yes i wanted to
fly like a butterfly - yes i wanted to
fly like a butterfly
far from angry hands
to find peace*
youre my little brother i'm your sister
we complement one another i'm your twister
when i was a young girl just didn;t understand
what was this anger frome such a loving man
youre my little brother look to your sister
keeping' hold our faith through these twisters
when i was a young gril jsut didn;t understand
what was this anger from such a loving man
fly like a butterfly - yes i wanted to
fly like a butterfly - yes i wanted to
fly like a butterfly - yes i wanted to
yes i wanted to
sometimes i wanted to
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sometimes my dad stings like a bee
i've got to stop my asking
and see the world from above
oh how small his hands can be