Last night as I lay in bed
I drew a picture inside my head
I dreamed of how you would hold my hand
as we stood outside on the cold marble porch,
and you'd promise me we'll fly away
accross the night's blank inked sea
second star to the right we'll take
and by the time the sun's harsh rays will light
in Neverland we will be
We'll never grow up, and we'll be free
as the crockodile's tick makes this world age
you'll wrap your arms around me
and give me a kiss
just before the pirates throw us both
into the sea.



Author's note: This is my first none-depressive poem.
Don't suffer too much.