I've forgotten how to fly
and I'm not young any more,
my world have gone small
and I can't lift from the floor.
All though I still believe
in fairies and magic,
other people do not
and that's very tragic.
I look out from my window
up to the sky,
it's a place I can no longer touch
to scared to try.
I had my chance
and I loved it so,
It's sad that it had to end
but all children must grow.
Not you of course
you will be young forever more,
just like you were when you
lost your shadow in a drawer.
You're still having
adventures and fun,
laughing all day just
like you've always done.
I'll miss you very much
I can honestly say,
and I hope I'll see
you again some day.