// Paper Boats // The little boy looked outside the window, at the freely falling rain, To keep on thinking how it would be to sail paper boats, In those small streams. The little boy lived in a huge mansion, Feeling like a prisoner of an old castle, The little boy looked outside the window, at the freely falling rain. His parents were always conservative, but never a bit observative, So, when the little boy asked if he can go outside to sail those paper boats, he was shut, To keep on thinking how it would be to sail those paper boats. Elsewhere, on a small street, Where small people with big hearts lived, Children were sailing those small paper boats, In those small streams. // Paper Boats // The little boy looked outside the window, at the freely falling rain, To keep on thinking how it would be to sail paper boats, In those small streams. The little boy lived in a huge mansion, Feeling like a prisoner of an old castle,
