Oh little boy you were so free
once so happy and smiling at me
there were nothing in the world you could not do
you did what you want and did not care about who
Now time have caught you in an endless spiral
you cannot get out, this is a trial
a spiral of thoughts, emotions and problems
the trial of life with bruises as emblems
You will get hurt and want to die
then you see a light and feel like you can fly
but the light will faint
and only the darkness will remain
It is when you hit the bottom your wounds will heal
and you stop feeling blue, red or teal
you will finally grow, grow like a tree
and now, now your butterfly is free
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I would like to translate this poem
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