Paper Planes and Promises

Thirty stories up
My mind weighin' me down
Golden sky surrounds me
There's not a soul around
I hear the city hum
As I sit here on the edge
I take a breath
And place some paper on the ledge

A pen from my pocket
A few words on each note
Keep 'em short, keep 'em simple
Each sheet, a single line I wrote
It's little things I need to hear
Like: You're allowed to start again
It's okay to not have answers
And this is not your story's end

And when I'm done
I take each note and fold it carefully
Words of hope left unspoken
One more crease to give it wings
I take my aim at the Sun
Setting in the sky
I hold my breath, close my eyes
And let it fly

Paper planes and promises
Truths riding on the wind
A breath of hope, that's all this is
Like advice from a long-lost friend
Paper planes and promises
Sometimes that's all it takes
To make it through just one more day
All the difference that it makes

Down on Vance Avenue
My words come to rest
Somehow finding someone new
Something heavy on their chest
They pause, unsure, then open it
The ink still fresh and blue
A single line that reads like truth
To all they're going through

Paper planes and promises
Truths riding on the wind
A breath of hope, that's all this is
Like advice from a long-lost friend
Paper planes and promises
Sometimes that's all it takes
To make it through just one more day
All the difference that it makes