[Verse]
Tiny whispers on folded wings
The paper carries secret things
Ink trails map a hidden code
In class
A world we've not yet showed
[Verse 2]
Eyes meet briefly
Then we glance away
Silent messages
We concoct and play
Each note a fragment of unspoken truth
Our silly rebellion
The dance of youth
[Chorus]
Passing notes that hold the skies
Dreams and fears our penned disguise
Through the quiet
They softly float
Our hidden hearts in every note
[Verse 3]
Margins filled with hurried art
Quick doodles from an open heart
The teacher stares
We feel the freeze
Yet thrill whispers in this breeze
[Bridge]
Crinkled paper
Crumpled fate
Silent joy we communicate
Time dissolves
Yet here they lay
These fragile echoes of a school-day play
[Chorus]
Passing notes that hold the skies
Dreams and fears our penned disguise
Through the quiet
They softly float
Our hidden hearts in every note
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