Soaring low
Flying high
high above
The sleeping city of London
We found ourselves
Following the second star
To the right
I don’t want to grow up,
I don’t want to grow old
I want to stay in my childhood
Forever
Father says I need to
Sop filling my head
With stories
Mother agrees
Stories are for children
Make believe is for children
But, I don’t want to grow up
Growing up means not believing,
Not believing in magic
Or fairies
But, I do
I do believe in magic
I do believe in fairies
All it takes
Is a bit of
Pixie dust
And happy thoughts
Peter Pan,
Tinkerbell
And the Lost Boys
Captain Hook,
The Darlings
I don’t want to leave
This place they call
‘Neverland’
Father says,
All children must grow up
But, I don’t want to grow up,
I don’t want to grow old
All children grow up
Except one