I run fast,
Jumping into the air,
Spread my wings as I try to take flight.
But they falter and I come crashing down to the ground again,
It's hard to fly with paper wings.
The wind refuses to let me soar above the clouds,
So here, I remain forever shackled to the ground.
Dreaming of the day when my soul will sail away with the wind,
And finally find peace.