Paper Wings

Fly on these paper wings,
Travel to places you can't run,
See what the horizon brings,
Before these wings burn up in the sun.

They burn up so quickly,
And when the fire dies,
The cold makes you sickly,
And you fall from the skies.

You weep tears of sorrow,
As you lost your wings,
You think there is no tomorrow,
But for you I'll pull some strings.

There are more than one set,
Of wings that can make you fly,
You will feel better i bet,
After this cry.

You just need to find a sturdy pair,
Paper will burn, but feathers will last,
I will help you find these wings because I care,
But the search will not be fast.

So take my hand, and we will make this right,
You will have better luck, the triple seven,
We will start our search tonight,
For those wings to take you straight to heaven.