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For K.K. Victoria and Lelila

More than your voice was taken that day,
Or so it seemed to me.
A slice of your heart, perhaps.
A snippet of life or of song.
Whatever it was,
I felt something change.
And so I wished.
Upon the stars,
With all my heart,
That I could help, that I could heal.
But what good was a paper airplane?

More than my voice was taken that day,
I think that much was true.
But it wasn't my heart.
You've always held it all,
Long before that day.
But how I hoped.
Upon the stars,
With all my heart,
That I could speak the words you longed to hear.
But what good is hope without flight?

Wind may chase the smoke away,
Wind may fan the fire.
A help, a hurt, but through the pain
The bonds are woven tighter.

The years and ages slowly passed
Or so it seemed to me.
For even one day was agony,
And every minute, torture.
To see your face
To touch your tears
To hear your voice
But I couldn't speak the words you longed to hear.
I tried to be patient, but was it enough?

The days sped faster than the wind,
I think that much is true.
For even in sorrow,
Hope was taking flight.
I saw your pain,
I touched your lips,
I heard your silence,
And so I prayed
That I could help, that I could heal.
I know you're ready, but am I?

Wind may chase the smoke away,
Wind may fan the fire.
A help, a hurt, but through the pain
The bonds are woven tighter.

I gave all my pity to the wind,
Or so it seemed to me.
It sailed with the wind, it grew like a fire,
And all that was left was hope.
Hope for me,
Hope for you,
Hope in a small paper airplane.
How I longed for this day to come,
When I could help, when I could heal,
But will you ever speak my name?

I gave all my hope to you,
That much is true.
For who else could join the shards again?
Who else could make them whole?
A bottle was all that remained,
Inside a paper airplane.
I drank for me,
I drank for them,
I drank for you,
How I longed for this day to come,
To speak the words you longed to hear,
"I love you" will never grow dim.

Wind may chase the smoke away,
Wind may fan the fire.
A help, a hurt, but through the pain
The bonds are woven tighter.

- written by: Merlin

 
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