Sometimes I wonder

Where Peter has been,

I have not seen his face,

Nor heard his voice on the wind.

I have not heard the Lost Boys

Crow to the moon,

I have not seen Peter's shadow

Race around my room.

I have seen nothing of Tink,

Nor have I seen Hook,

I have only imagined them,

These characters from a book

But nonetheless I have waited,

By my window each night,

His existence I have debated,

But Peter just seems right.

But this is Peter's last chance,

To come and take me away,

For tomorrow I become an adult,

He must arrive before day.

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For hours now I have waited,

Dawn is slowly nearing,

The stars are slowly fading,

And the night now is clearing.

But I believe in Peter Pan,

He will come for me tonight,

Soon I will be flying away with him,

Away from the morning's light.

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Dawn is almost here now,

There is a paleness to the sky,

If Peter does not come soon,

My childhood shall die.

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The sun slowly rises now,

Behind that far-off hill,

I sigh and close my eyes,

Letting tears fall on the window-sill.

There is a tapping on my window,

But I don't want to look,

"Caitlin!" a voice calls,

It is the boy from the book.

I open up the window,

And let Peter fly inside,

He looks at me intently,

And then he smiles wide.

"I thought you'd never come." I say

He gently grabs my hand,

"Is there still time to go?"

"There's always time in, Neverland."