It seen all too much.

A choice that came unwanted and unfair.

Leaving one boy to run away.

Away, from everything he used to know.

To a land filled of everything a young mind like his would want.

And away from any adult's hand clutch.

A place made of pure thin air.

Neverland, where the imagination is all for play.

Off to the star, second to the right, and straight on to north.

though, only be a fairy tale.

Where a wondering shadow of the boy will lead him.

To where, you may ask?

To those just like him and want to play forever like him.

A fun fill task?

It is, even for only a moment.

For that boy has yet to see why others want to go home.

Some stay, they're called The Lost Boys.

Who choose by their own free will.

That boy be a clever one.

Hm?

His name?

Well Peter Pan of course.

How do I know?

I was the first ever lost girl, but my family needed.

Hm, will he come and you to play?

Well, if there is faith, trust, and pixy dust.

He'll come and take you to Neverland too.

And fill your minds of what it's like to never grow up.

But remember this, child, growing up can never be stop.

But always remember the child memories you make and past them down.

For the faith of great adventures.

For the trust in others.

And for the pixy dust to fly you up to that star.

You only get to be a child once, live it up to its fullest.

I think I see his shadow now.

Have fun.