Shedding the old, the skin so tight, — Emerging into shining light.
Shedding the old, the skin so tight,
Emerging into shining light.
With painted wings, I start to soar,
Exploring lands I've not before.
A transformation, grand and bright,
Bathed in the sun, a lovely sight.
From what I was, to what I'll be,
A brand new, wonderful me.