The Real Peter Pan

THE REAL PETER PAN  

© 2011 by Ida Kristin



I’m sure that you’ve all heard about him, seen him at the movies


But there’s no way that you can know him quite as I know him


The little boy that won’t grow up


Passionate and fiery eyed



The real Peter Pan has rays around his eyes from laughter


And when he sets them off, I believe in ever after


He’s as shifting as the sea, running high or smooth and deep


He cries sometimes because he cares


The real Peter Pan has silver hair



And his wings are strong enough to hold him


As the wind takes him on its shoulders


When asked how he can navigate


He says, his lucky star lights the way



The real Peter Pan is brave enough to love completely


And he is from an island far away of raging beauty


As he offers me his hand


To take me to his Neverland


I squeeze it tight and say my prayers


But I’m not scared


Cause our wings are strong enough to hold us


As the wind takes us on its shoulders


The sky is blushing as am I


When we fly way too high



Sure, it’s a bumpy ride sometimes,
 Captain Hook must be defied


But hand in hand we will stand


Defending our Neverland



And our wings are strong enough to hold us


As the wind takes us on its shoulders


The sky is blushing as am I


When the waves are running high


Though just a boy, he’s quite a man


With silver hair, my Peter Pan