It is not god I pray who hears
Not an angle I plead to listen
It is a child I wish to talk to
It is a child I am waiting for
The tears of life
Already scarring me
Reality
Already beginning to show

I simply wish to stay a child
An innocent, sweet child
One hooked and fascinated
By the world and its surroundings
I wish not to grow up
It is not god I pray who hears
It is Peter Pan I whisper to
The dearest wishes of my soul
It is that child I tell
The deepest secret in my heart
"Come for me"
For I wish to stay a child