He Took My Hand
As he took my hand, we fly freely,
Not care in the world
Next star the the right and straight on till morning.
We bestow on a place with crystal clear blue water
With boys who are dressed up
With mermaids and pirates and indians
The boys you play dress up are lost boys
Boys who don’t know there mommys and daddys
Boys who are young forever.
Peter pan
A special boy
When you touch is hands you can tell that there is something
Wrong
A boy who fights the pirate and saves the girl falling from the boat
Who doesnt know his mommy and daddy
Who is young forever
Who doesn’t want to grow up
Because he knows the world out there
Isn’t crystal clear waters
Doesn’t want to play make believe
Who knows that people aren’t actual people.
They neglect
They hurt
He knows that adults will never understand
That no matter what you are going through
They shake it off..
They abandon your feeling
Because you are kid,
You can’t have feelings
Because you ever do is play make believe
So as peter pan takes my hand and we run in the forest
I play make believe
Because that’s all I have left
Is my imagination.
By frankiegh