Lost

Folded wings and crumpled dreams, Soaring high on fragile seams. Across the room, a flight so shy, Paper planes kiss the sky. Fly away and don't look back, chasing clouds On a paper track. In your folds, my wishes hide. Through the breeze, my hopes collide. Winds may tear and skies may bend, But every flight has its end. Still you soar despite the doubt. Paper trails are shouting out. Fly away and don't look back, chasing clouds on A paper track. In your folds, my wishes hide. Through the breeze, my hopes collide. Tossed by hands with dreams so small, Hopes that climb and fears that fall. Carried high on borrowed air, every launch a Silent dare. Fly away and don't look back, chasing clouds on A paper track. In your folds, my wishes hide. Through the breeze, my hopes collide. Fly away and don't look back, chasing clouds on A paper track. In your folds, my wishes hide. Through the breeze, my hopes collide. Oh. Oh. Oh.