I used to believe the evil

I had no reason to fly

I did not believe that i had wings

Someone tucked them in deep

I am convinced the plan was never for them to be found

I used to believe the ohana

I was too ungrateful to fly

My attitude was too terrible

I am convinced the plan was to keep their nails dug into my skin

I used to believe the people

I was too shy and quiet to fly

My shell was too strong to be broken

I am convinced the plan was never to help me come up for air

 

I have gone through more pain than most people will in their entire lives

I have tried to bring myself enough pain that would end all future pain

 

I have immersed myself into milk and honey so often,

it is beginning to leak from my soul

I was lost and now I am put together, lilo and stitch

I devoured bottles of my self-love Hennessey to be able to give,

I have been intoxicated for months

 

I have realized I am enough

I do not need someone’s permission to fly; I have my own

I do not need someone’s love; it is wanted but I have my own 

I am love, just as everyone else

I am enough, just like everyone else

I am loved, as the world should be

I am carefree, as the world could be

 

'He Mele No Lilo' can be translated to "Lullaby of the Lost" or 

"A song for the Generous Ones"