This boat was built
to carry dreams.
This paper boat
isn’t all it seems.
To obey the mind,
to obey the soul,
to horizon chase;
these are its goals.
It carries me
across the sea
to find a place
for me to be.
To find a place
where all can see,
I am but me.
That, this boat sees.
This paper boat
hides many things,
This boat is loved
when hope it brings.
To the deaf it acts,
to the blind it sings.
To reach their hearts
is the race of kings.
To me it sails
around the earth,
To me that’s what
this dream boat’s worth.
These striking winds,
these stormy seas,
my paper boat
can’t float through these.
As it sinks I’ll cry
and say goodbye.
We’ll meet again
and then we’ll fly.
And in a future time
of past thoughts and feelings
we will search
for ways of healing.
We will search
for a place to be
where all can see
I am but me.
That, this boat sees.
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