What happened, Peter? What made you leave Neverland?

You had it so good, you silly ass, flying with the fairies and the magnificent birds whose calls stirred something deep, some chord in one's heart,

listening to the Indian's resonating chants, letting the beats of the drums fill your soul until you became one with the steady rhythm,

swimming with the mermaids, who laughing, would splash you, blind your eyes, and swim away for you to follow to the nethermost depths of the crystal lake,

fighting the pirates, having a grand time watching them blunder about, celebrating the sweet sensation of victory as they sail away from your laughing form,

trooping the sweltering jungles with the lost boys, making believe and resolving not to ever grow up.

What happened, Peter? What made you leave them?

You were their leader, the one they looked to to set things right or to at least invent a foe to chase.

What happened, Peter? What made you leave me?

We were one, you and I,

I remember when you would hold me on your outstretched palm,

I remember your icy blue eyes, softened by your hearty impish laugh,

I remember how I felt as if nothing could ever be different than how things were,

I remember feeling if I were bigger, you would hold me in your arms, kiss me, and laugh and joke about it later,

I remember your childhood.

But most of all, I remember you and me,

I remember how we used to laugh,

I remember how we'd tease the fairies,

trick the pirates,

laugh at the vain mermaids,

lead the lost boys on adventures unknown,

dance to the rhythm of the Indian drums,

how we'd sing at the top of our voices, not caring who heard.

You were all mine,

you're her's now.

You left me,

I weep every day,

slender tears that water the soil,

makes plants grow,

as my love for you does.

You'll never know,

you're old now,

I wish I could turn you back to your young careless self,

I wish you could hold me again,

laugh with me,

dance with me,

sing with me,

fly with me,

I wish you were Peter again...