The Butterfly
He thought he could keep her down
Control her, Be her only one
Told her don’t make a sound
That was how it had begun.
Then one day she grew wings
Found out many things.
Like control isn’t love
And no one should be above
Another.
The Caterpillar had become a butterfly.
Free at last to soar
Under control never more
There he was left behind
The moral of this story my friend
Control no one or you will send
Them far, far away
Never to return.