I took a piece of paper,
A gorgeous shade of green.
I folded it into a paper crane,
The smallest you've ever seen.
I carefully slipped it in my pocket,
So it wouldn't crease,
And headed in with my head held high
Carrying my peace
Mother and father voices rang high,
Fists in balls of rage,
As I pleaded them to stop,
Unable to crack my cage.
Father's fist sent mother sprawling
All the whileshe and Iwere bawling,
I sprang at him kicking and screaming
When she got up and started leaving,
He clasped my neck so I couldn't speak,
As a silent tear rolled down my cheek.
Both stormed out in different ways,
Leaving me on the floor in frays.
As I craddled that crane in my fingers,
Wondering why peace does not linger.
