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."
