Its the mission of most
to find ambition and hope
and something strong to cope,when did my innocence become averted
the waltz in my eyes peverted
and a sad peter pan is born
before the grim neverland hills
alone and unbowed
he remains forgotten
upon the swelled up skys
were no one can hear
he is melancholy
plucking the strings to a song pregnant with sorrow
in a place were no one can hear.
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