Paper Sailboat Hopes

within the spaces between each heartbeat
the miles stretch ever more
and if I send out smoke signals
nobody will see the trail of hope
so I carry paper sailboats
and a bag of stones
and I send out a message
on the wings of hope
but the seasons just might pass by
and the winds of time may change
but the miles that keep on growing
remind me to stay the same
so I'll hum my little melody
and hold onto paper dreams
toss aside the bitter woes
and finally believe
there is something in this distance
and there are hopes carried far
inside my pocket is a sailboat
fragile just like my heart
but I'm sending out the message
upon the wings of hope
let the winds of time give it speed
to take it forward forever more