I wish I was a Monarch, flying through the clear blue sky,

Because I could soar from my problems, saying goodbye.

From Mexico to New Zealand, I would be free.

Catching wanderer’s eyes as I sleep on a peach tree.

Specks of midnight black pattern each vivid orange wing,

The wind pushing past me, makes me want to sing.

As free as I am, caution lurks in my mind,

Predators may lurch any moment from behind.

But for now I am safe in my home, up in the clouds,

My presence, making me a star in big crowds. 

As I am, my lifespan may be short, 

But the freedom I feel is the greatest support.

So, I wish to be a monarch, high in the sky,

Cause life right now makes me want to cry.