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Back From Neverland

‘Twas there that I met him

There were I grew and learned

The place unlikely for a girl to learn

What it is to be an adult


I wanted to stay a child, just like that


But fate had its own way


I wanted to be with him

Wanted to stay

He was my first love

But I had to leave

To move on

To grow


I chose to age

To grow in grace

To be mature

To learn from the adventures

that we had


He is more than a memory

The boy who flew

He taught me things

He never thought he knew


And so here I am

Rocking on a chair

Staring at the brightest star to the left

Feeling the weight of age

For this is my choice

For people are supposed to grow old