PAPER BOATS
PAPER BOATS Flowing down waters, my yellow one Paper creases folded, flowing on Without an end and no clue Not knowing where it' ll end up. Perhaps on the coast of Hawaii Perhaps on the coast of Japan Without, a worry flowing downstream Filled with my hopes and dreams. With a pace that's strong as the wind It passes through the hills and the plains But little did I know that once in the sea The crashing waves tore the little one apart.