I saw a paper boat at dawn
Drifting where the tide had gone,
No flag to wave, no hand to steer,
Just morning mist and borrowed years.
Along theharbor's rusted frame
Someone whispered out a name,
And every gull above the bay
Carried half the word away.
Tell me, where do the lost ones go
When the rivers forget to flow?
How many stories fade unseen
Between the shoreline and the dream?
The windwon't answer, it only sings,
Through broken doors and wedding rings.
The truth, my friend, may never stay,
It passes like the light of day.
I walked beneath the city wires,
Past vacant lots and barrel fires.
A child drew stars upon the dust,
As if the sky still could be trusted.
The evening bells began to cry,
Their echoes crossing miles of sky.
And every shadow on the wall
Looked like someone waiting for a call.
Tell me, where do the lost ones go
When the rivers forget to flow?
How many stories fade unseen
Between the shoreline and the dream?
The windwon't answer, it only sings,
Through broken doors and wedding rings.
The truth, my friend, may never stay,
It passes like the light of day.
Perhaps the world is just a flame,
Burning softly without a name.
And all we leave when we are gone
Is a song for others to carry on.
The moon hung low above the plain,
Silver threads across the grain.
I thought I heard a distant choir
Rise like smoke from an unseen fire.
And though the night concealed the road,
Still I carried hope like gold.
For every question cast away
Returns upon another day.
Tell me, where do the lost ones go
When the rivers forget to flow?
How many stories wait to be found
Beneath the silence of the ground?
The wind keeps secrets, year by year,
Yet somehow leaves its music here.
And every heart that dares remain
Becomes another voice in the rain.
The wind keeps the names,
The rain keeps the sound.
The sea keeps the stories
That never were found.