(Verse 1)
A crisp white sheet, a world untold,
Small fingers fumble, brave and bold.
The initial folds of childhood's dawn,
Each crease a wonder, newly born.
A pointed nose, a wing takes flight,
Imagination burning bright.
Possibilities in every line,
A paper promise, so divine.
(Chorus)
Oh, the paper plane of life takes form,
Through sunny days and brewing storm.
A hopeful launch, a youthful gleam,
Living out a vibrant dream.
(Verse 2)
Then comes the throw, with youthful might,
Believing in a boundless flight.
No clouds too high, no wind too strong,
The paper spirit soars along.
Adventures beckon, far and wide,
With confidence as our only guide.
Limitless skies, a joyful quest,
Putting youthful dreams to the test.
(Chorus)
Oh, the paper plane of life takes form,
Through sunny days and brewing storm.
A hopeful launch, a youthful gleam,
Living out a vibrant dream.
(Verse 3)
But gravity, a truth we find,
Can pull us down and leave behind
A crumpled wing, a broken fold,
A story unexpectedly told.
The crash landings of grown-up years,
Bring lessons learned through falling tears.
We gather pieces, worn and thin,
And try to fold and build again.
(Chorus)
Oh, the paper plane of life takes form,
Through sunny days and brewing storm.
A hopeful launch, a youthful gleam,
Living out a vibrant dream.
(Bridge)
Each careful mend, a wiser hand,
A deeper knowledge of the land.
The flight may not be quite as high,
But resilience gleams within the eye.
(Verse 4)
And as the paper starts to fade,
The journey's memories gently cascade.
A final glide, a softer breeze,
Whispering through the aging trees.
A quiet landing, calm and deep,
Secrets the folded paper keep.
A brief but bright and cherished ride,
The paper plane laid gently aside.
(Outro)
The folds remain, a history etched,
A life's sweet journey gently sketched.
The paper plane has played its part,
A memory held within the heart.
