Paperplane

Long away in the distant land 

Where time flows with a different name

Where dreams fly in a paper plane 

With hopeful eyes and curious heart 

I write the letter to the land of stars

Inked with a little cry and joy, 

A bunch of good things and sorrows to destroy

I whisper a prayer increases of each fold,

And in a while its a paper plane I hold, 

My wishes are a fuel and my destination the sky, 

To a place that is pure and perfect and where good things lie. 

I smile and take my hands a little behind, 

I aim at the sky and let my wishes fly, 

I wonder if it ever reaches its place somewhere

I wonder if anyone understands my language over there.

But I still let my paper plane fly, 

Because what is wrong in dreaming, it is worth a try, 

I let my paper plane fly and turn around, 

I go to my street in the little corner and lie on the ground

Closing my eyes I dream about a roof, a home, a house.