An Awfully Big Adventure
To think of him as a boy, would be insane.
He finds no love, even as we're prancing in the rain.
For when I stare into those eyes, I find where my future lies.
But his heart is in the sand, while his head runs with a glamorous smile upon land.
I'd ask to stay with him, but then, I would have been struck with the Peter Pan Syndrome.
I hope one day he returns to my window, where I may give him a teenage hello.
But he'd still be a boy, feeling betrayed by my choice.
If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing,
For you see, that special spot in my heart, will forever remain the same.
When I am old and grown, he will still be young, and call Neverland home.
When I was but just a child, I wasn't sure.
But now, I can agree when he says, "To die, will be an awfully big adventure."