A thousand cranes had once been made
By a little girl who believed in saints
Around the world they felt her pain
And soon her craft rose up in fame
In another time and foreign place
Someone else had did the same
Instead of cranes, she wept in vain
A thousand heavy tears fell down her face
Across the ocean the girl starts to pray
When the cranes are made, will she be saved
By a hospital bed the sun starts to fade
Silently she awaits for another day
The other girl with a different name
Has stopped her eyes from pouring rain
A thousand and one tears will not change
The things that hurt which still remain
No comments:
Post a Comment