My little paper boat
Oh! how I wish it would float
And take me far away,
Whare clouds lay
On mountain tops
And the harvest was a rich crop!
Not the drought, nor famine
Could slay and bemean
Our small little village
Belittled by nature's pillage.
May it be a vale, a valley
Where I wouldn't push this trolley,
Or work in the deep, dark mines
A place where the sun would shine!
A river will run and plunge
Into a waterfall,
The manager wouldn't lunge
For fainting and haul!
Somewhere boats will ply
Competing the clouds in the sky!
I put my boat down to the stream
Watch it race past firefly beams!
I ignore the sinking heart
We'll meet again, tis we part
I pray, pray to have no fear
Never surrender to this vale of tears.
I wrote it way after starting this book, but somehow, it conveys the main theme!
Oh and 'tis'=it is
Tell me what you think about it.
Your lil girl!
