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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

forever……

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

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Peter (Neverland part 2)

He was my hero
He always saved the day
I wished he was my beau
But all was just a play
 
He didn’t feel like growing up
While I continue to fall for him
He held my hand as we flew up
We made a really great team
 
I see the man behind the boy
If only he would stop with these games
He just smiles and always play coy
Pretending it’s all so lame
 
I want to be his Wendy
The one to sweep him off his feet
If only he would let me
I’d take on a thousand fleet
 
 I’d fight Hook with him, side by side
 After which we’d fly away
Relax after the battle, feeling tired
Enjoy the rest of the day
 
He chose to stay, afraid of getting old
As a child, a boy, he’s carefree
Doesn’t want to be told
Nothing at all to worry
 
A decision I must make
A risk I’m willing to take
Should I stay or should I go?
Peter tell me, ’cause I’d like to know
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Neverland (part 1)

I’ve never never been to this place before

This is so different from the one I call home

The place is a mystery, as I am washed to shore

This place seems different yet familiar, as I try to roam

I seem to remember flying, then falling

I look around as footsteps grow closer

And a voice from afar, seem to be calling

I feel a bit scared as the sound draws ever nearer

From the bushes, out came little boys

Wearing funny clothes and screaming like crazy

They were holding spears and toys

Some looked mean, others just lazy

He came swooping down, a smile on his face

They gathered ’round me,

I feel so out-of-place

He told them I’m a friend, a story-teller, you see

We went to the hollow tree; which was better known as Hangman’s tree

This is where they lived it seemed

It was a lovely place to be

It was a sight to see, though the light there seemed a little dimmed

He then took me to where the mermaids played

They were indeed beautiful creatures

Jewelries and pearls on the rocks they laid

One of them raised her hand for me to reach her

I stretched to try and touch her

Someone pushed me from behind

Before I knew it, I fell on the water

They pulled a prank on me, which was really unkind

I’ve had enough fun for one day

Mermaids are no fun than pixies

But the day proved to be more fun, not gray

For we foiled Hook and saved an Indian princess

But Hook had something up his sleeve

He devised a wicked plan

If he couldn’t make Peter leave

He’ll blow him to kingdom come

Captured we were and I was about to walk the plank

Head held high, I refuse to be mocked

I look at the sky, pray the Lord a thanks

As I drop no splash, everyone was shocked

Alive he was to Hook’s surprise

Foiled again for a\the hundreth time

Tick tock tick tock…he sound of Hook’s demise?

He begged Peter to save him, he’ll pay for his crime

And so back to home we go although he preferred if we stayed

I told him to visit everynight and that he take good care

It was fun, a lovely time, so happy to have played

I’ll always remember him, his stories I will share