Paper Plane Poem by Miika Kaltiainen

Paper plane was caught in a rain and fall.
Wings broken I try to find place to get warm so I may fly again.
But winter came, froze me, agony, never ending pain.

Caged in prison unseen,
but still feel these chains scar my arms and weight burning my feet.
Just memories of the sun. It's dark and cold now.
Hearth like snow covered street.

They say: If I conquer my fears I will become brave.
But if no one to hold hands with, it becomes my grave.

Screaming but no comfort, forest echoes these words of sorrow.
Without you my dreams become restless,
would I still be here tomorrow?