Paper Planes

A child ran into a meadow of green 
He had wondered if he could fly 
Wondering why the sky 
Had been so high 

He could reach it 
He could feel it 
The wind invited him willingly 
To the towers that stood beautifully 

It stared down at him 
And he felt scared 
Yet stepped inside 
Which no one dared 

It was dark 
And empty 
Steps echoed 
All ran except he 

A story lingering 
Someone built it for a reason 
His skin tingling 
He heard someone 

Up and up the stairs he took 
Where, oh where, would he look? 
To the balcony of doves 
Or to the room with the book? 

He chose the book 
As the voice lured him there 
Every fear he shook 
And a fear he'd still bear 

For a girl whose voice trembled 
A cry, a need 
He ran faster 
A cry, a plead 

The room before him, he saw a book 
Picked it up and the girl unfound 
He read every page, to look 
And his feet held to the ground 

Paper planes with a feminine writing 
It had been too late 
Words that had been fighting 
He'd carry the weight 

Now it had been something he couldn't 
A girl who'd drowned in chains 
He wanted to see her there 
In the room of paper planes.