Neverland
Why is it I feel like this?
Is there something I have missed?
For on this day I feel so sad
When years ago I'd have been glad
Why must I grow up this way?
Can't I fight for one more day?
I don't want to grow up here
Where this life is full of fear
Can't I stay like new spring rain?
So full of life, so free, so plain
I miss the days of childhood things
We'd dress in robes and play like kings
We played with swords in our backyard
And dreamed of places past and far
I long to fight the Uruk-Hai
Just once more before I die
And track down all the orcs and wraiths
To hold them fast before the gates
If I don't go back to that land
My life of chains starts with a brand
So let me visit Narnia please
To run with centaurs through the trees
To chase the white stag through the woods
To fight the fight and free the good
Let me go to Neverland
And fly on high with Peter Pan
And live free 'till death calls my name
To live where Aslan shakes his mane
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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