Flying Spirit

Boys and girls, when born on earth,
Are never meant to fly.
They live and breathe to love another
Then, some day they die.

That's why all children must grow up,
Not linger without care,
Unless they're born of pixie dust
To frolic in the air.

Only one was ever known
Who was the son of skies
That stretch from here to Neverland
Before your waking eyes.

Just a single sprightly boy-
A spirit, to be true-
Can last an eon off his feet
As well as the stars do.

His laughter lifts him upward;
It carries us as well.
None can tie him to the ground,
Not even Tinkerbelle.

For one that streaks the farthest cloud
And still returns with breath
Cannot be weighted down with love
Not ever taste his death.