He lays in his own field of paper cranes and concrete flowers, He listens to the wind, He listens to the rain. He looks into his mothers' window, And sees his father with her Talking, And soon to be complaining about the color of the walls. He knows his parents loved him and always did. But he never thought his father loved him until he fell into a raging river, and his father lost half of his memory trying to save his son. Even though he didn't succeed. In his own field of paper cranes and concrete flowers, He listens to the wind, He listens to the rain. - and waits to receive his wings and tell his mother how much he loves her.-