In a moonlit oberservation, painting pictures of the sea
he finds the warmth of isolation, in a cradle of his dreams
in the quiit contemplation, he starts to grow in his cocoon
he looks to find a destination, in the solace of his room
his father couldn't
his mother disallowed
and at first you almost die to change
just like a butterfly
and when you'te new you'll learn to fly, you'll change
just like a butterfly
now he found no consolation, in his fathers words of gin
shadows fight in confrontation, to be different is no sin
and undercover
he found his sunlight
and when the thunder spoke to him he knew that he was right
he can't wait to crash like water
breaking on the sand
mother, father, son, daughter
sliding from his hands
in a moonlit observation, skipping stones across the sea
in this late night meditation, he finally found the will to leave
his father couldn't
his other disallowed