• I watch as time drifts away.
    On the phone he tells me.
    "I'll be OK."
    Even so the pain I know won't go away.
    I felt the draft, before I saw.
    Nine hundred ninety-nine cranes take off.
    I close my eyes and make believe.
    My wings sprout the air catches.
    Suddenly I am a part of them.
    My skin is silk and my feet are long.
    A crane I am before to long.
    One thousand cranes up in the sky.
    Make a wish as we fly by.