You folded cranes with tired hands
Said it was for a school project
I helped you count them one by one
We got to twenty, then lost track
Paper crane, a tiny wing
You said it meant a simple thing
I didn’t ask, I just agreed
And folded one more just to see
You left the cranes upon the shelf
Said you'd finish them yourself
I found them years later, still there
A little dust, a little care
Paper crane, a tiny wing
You said it meant a simple thing
I didn’t ask, I just agreed
And folded one more just to see
The shelf is gone, the room has changed
But I still see those little wings
A quiet afternoon, a simple task
A memory that always lasts
Paper crane, the light is clear
Every small thing holds me here
Nothing loud and nothing planned
Just the sun and your hand
