I Can Only Be Me

Eva Cassidy

Butterflies begin,
from having been another,
As a child is born,
from being in a mother's womb,
But how many times,
have you wished you were some other;
Someone than who you are.

Yet who's to say that if all were uncovered,
You will like what you see;
You can only be you, 
as I can only be me.

Flowers can not bloom,
until it is their season,
As we would not be here,
unless it was our destiny,
But how many times,
have you wished to be in spaces;
Time places them what you were.

Yet who's to say with unfamiliar spaces,
You could any more be;
Loving you that you'd see, 
You can only be you,
as I can only be me.

Hoooo ohooo oohooouhooooo

I can only be me.