The butterfly is coming,
From a dark and quiet place.
The worm within is dying
Not to be the one emerging
A change for the better is going on.
No more dark night of the soul,
You’ll emerge to soar.
Becoming a butterfly is not easy.
Teach me Lord to be transitional
To live is death to die is gain
But you have to get the caterpillar
To agree, to go into the dark cocoon.