Wouldn't Turn Out Right

You tucked me in, turn out the light
Kept me safe and sound at night
Little girls depend on things like that

Brush my teeth and combed my hair
Had to drive me everywhere
You were always there when I looked back

You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be

And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things would turn out right
You would hold my hand and sing to me

Catepillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far, but you can always dream
Wish you may, and wish you might
Don't you worry hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day

Butterfly, fly away

Butterfly, Fly Away -- Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus