| Verse 1 |
A child sits in stillness,
looking out of a window and sees no future.
She feels her life slip away like sand... through fingers of time.
War leaves a poison long after all the bombs have fallen...
The child dreams of peace and folds another paper crane. |
| Chorus |
One Thousand Cranes fold our fragile lives
Into the shelter of your wild wings
One Thousand Cranes carry these prayers for peace
And over wounded waters... spread your wings and fly away. |
| Verse 2 |
A mother counts her days on a doorstep,
deep inside her shadow.
Years of war have left no grace and her breasts are dry...
She dreams of a place
where the winds blow free through a field of flowers
Within her silence one can hear the fullness of her cry. |
| Chorus |
One Thousand Cranes fold our fragile lives
Into the shelter of your wild wings
One Thousand Cranes carry these prayers for peace
And over wounded waters... spread your wings and fly away. |
| Verse 3 |
An old man sits alone holding close his tarnished medals...
The days of his life pass behind his weary eyes.
From the mist of old memories,
steps out a young and a handsome soldier
Eager to serve but so unaware of war's deadly price. |
| Chorus |
One Thousand Cranes fold our fragile lives
Into the shelter of your wild wings
One Thousand Cranes carry these prayers for peace
And over wounded waters... spread your wings and fly away. |
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© Janice Freeman |
