Mommy drinks because you're bad
Destroy, she said
But remember
The practical pyromaniac
Burns responsibly

You always waited for the moment
When the wind will come
And take you away

Like a paper crane

Gently dancing with the breeze
Flying far, far from me
You couldn't see
The tear on my cheek
But it's okay
It will dry

And maybe someday I to will learn how to fly

sometimes when reality
makes you sad,
the good memories of your past
is enough to make you happy.

IA