Wander, if you may,
But don't wander too far away,
In this world of strange people
Who's gonna hear me say, "
Oh, I'm a paper boat stuck in a storm,
I'm a paper boat losing my form,
The rain washed me up on your porch
Pick me up and take me home.
Until now i have survived the fight,
I should rest now, I've earned the right
Like the sunset takes mama bird home
My journey, too, would head home tonight.
I hear the ringing bells at the church
And to Almighty God i pray
When the rain washed me up on your porch
Did you hear me say,"
Oh, I'm a paper boat stuck in a storm
I'm a paper boat losing my form
I'm a paper boat waiting for you
To pick me up and take me home.
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