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.
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