Cheers!

She's got something on her mind tonight
She's thinking maybe she'll speak up this time
But then they all have other things to say
And she watches as the paper crane flies away.

He's thinking maybe one day he'll tell the truth,
But he's afraid of what it will do
And walls it up inside for another day
Wondering why the paper crane has gone away.

So here's to the opportunities gone by,
Here's to the cranes who still can't fly.
Drink a toast to all those things unsaid,
Drink until the cranes are dead.

Edit: After I posted that, I found these on postsecret.com. I decided to save them to my computer, because they strike a chord somewhere deep inside me. There's something haunting about unspoken words... The thought ends up being a whisper and echo of what could have been.