Paper Wings

They said I’d crash before I ever flew,

Torn-up dreams and a sky I never knew.

But I stitched these scars into something fierce,

And every fall just made the wind more clear.

You don’t need steel to touch the sky—

Sometimes paper burns, but still it flies.

I got paper wings and a wildfire soul,

Flying through the dark like I’m bulletproof gold.

Yeah, I’m fragile, but I still rise,

Cut through the storm with fire in my eyes.

If I fall, I’ll fall loud, not fade away—

Paper wings, but I fly anyway.

Held together by grit and grace,

They can’t see the fight behind my face.

Tried to fold me down, said I’d break in the rain,

But even soaked in tears, I still remain.

You don’t need steel to touch the sky—

Sometimes paper cuts the night just right.

I got paper wings and a wildfire soul,

Flying through the dark like I’m bulletproof gold.

Yeah, I’m fragile, but I still rise,

Cut through the storm with fire in my eyes.

If I fall, I’ll fall loud, not fade away—

Paper wings, but I fly anyway.

They tried to crush me, but I won’t stay down,

Even in pieces, I’ll rise from the ground.

I got paper wings and a wildfire soul,

Flying through the dark like I’m bulletproof gold.

Yeah, I’m fragile, but I still rise,

Cut through the storm with fire in my eyes.

If I fall, I’ll fall loud, not fade away—

Paper wings, but I fly anyway.

Yeah, paper wings… but I fly anyway.