Kite with Broken Strings

I fold my dreams into crumpled white wings. A fragile map of secret thoughts. Torn edges, my heart seams. Throw it high, let it fly, chasing clouds in The sky. Paper airplane in the wind, Carrying dreams across the seas. They twist, they soar, they fall, they apologize. My heart is a kite with broken strings. Scratched confession, crumpled melody. Your name in ink, crumpled letter. Caught in the current, lonely and free. Throw it high, let it fly. Whispering dreams, watch them try. Watch them try, watch them try. Paper airplane in the wind carries dreams across the Seas. They wriggle. Paper plane in the wind, Carrying dreams across the seas. They wriggle, they soar, they fall, they apologize. My heart is a kite with broken strings. Oh, Aesop, will you kite with broken strings? Oh, The paper Carries dreams across the seas. They wriggle. They soar, they fall, they apologize. My heart is a kite With broken Strings.