precious little Peter Pan
my lost boy from the stars
wandering into my window
and offering me your hand

offering me an escape
i didn't know i needed
inviting me to sail the skies
to reach that distant Neverland

to live with you there would be a dream
one i'd never want to wake from
a land of happy things & new beginnings
and unforgettable adventures to be had

but to fly is no small feat
so hold me tight, won't you, darling?
the thought of falling scares me so
but not if it is into your arms

oh precious Peter Pan
how long have you wandered
looking for someone who feels like home?
take my hand now and let us go find ours