Post by Halloween on Dec 17, 2003 0:16:05 GMT -5
peter doesn't wanna be a boy no more,
there never was a wendy,
and he never got to fly.
and now that tink has gone and left,
he'll grow up now and cry
there never was a neverland,
was just a made up place
no boys for friends,
but stars with ends,
and a tear on every face
the indians have all fled the men,
who came at them again and again,
now no word,
will ever be heard,
no news will the country send.
he knows now that HE is the crook,
not the enemy, grown-up, captian hook
Pan stole his heart,
tore it apart,
in a place that just came from a book
no stars, now have shone,
all left him there, there alone.
he'll find his way,
from night to day,
but never will his wounds be sewn
there never was a wendy,
and he never got to fly.
and now that tink has gone and left,
he'll grow up now and cry
there never was a neverland,
was just a made up place
no boys for friends,
but stars with ends,
and a tear on every face
the indians have all fled the men,
who came at them again and again,
now no word,
will ever be heard,
no news will the country send.
he knows now that HE is the crook,
not the enemy, grown-up, captian hook
Pan stole his heart,
tore it apart,
in a place that just came from a book
no stars, now have shone,
all left him there, there alone.
he'll find his way,
from night to day,
but never will his wounds be sewn
