[Verse 1] I folded a paper boat, gently with care, It held my stories, ideas, and my pain. I set it to sail in calm waters so fair, Wishing it luck through the sun or the rain. Paper thin, no reason to ride out the tide, But I see it drifting, still alive and wide. Pulled by the forces, no control in sight, Craving that warmth, that support in the night, Let it go—only to face the flood’s might. [Pre-Chorus] Ignored for its weakness, yet full of tales untold, Info and pictures, glory, failure—pure gold. [Chorus] Folded so gently by human hands’ art, Set to sail through the pain and the dark. The paper boat holds the answers we seek, Disregarded as waters rise, currents peak. It falters but never quite fails in the storm, Under skies that are wild, yet somehow transform. Oh, the flood rages on, but the boat charts its path, No armor, no blueprint—just resilient wrath. [Verse 2] Crumpled edges whisper of hands that released, Into the torrent where wild waters increased. Forgotten at times, bypassed for greater fights, Even as storms grip, it sails through the nights. [Pre-Chorus] Ignored for its weakness, yet full of tales untold, Info and pictures, glory, failure—pure gold. [Chorus] Folded so gently by human hands’ art, Set to sail through the pain and the dark. The paper boat holds the answers we seek, Disregarded as waters rise, currents peak. It falters but never quite fails in the storm, Under skies that are wild, yet somehow transform. Oh, the flood rages on, but the boat charts its path, No armor, no blueprint—just resilient wrath. [Bridge] What if the dip brings the depth that we crave? Undercurrents whisper how to be brave. In the end, plucked from still waters so deep, A miracle held, time in print we can keep— Not knowing the storm, but we sailed out before. [Outro] Floating along… dipping low, standing tall. Paper boats in a flood, enduring it all.
