under peter pan’s arms i know I’m safe.
when he said everything will be okay..
i believed, cause he made me believe.
he’s my comfort when no one’s around.
he made me believe that fairies do exist
he’s my guide in the world of dreams and ever after.
he may not have a castle..
he may not be the prince
still… he’s there to protect.
i must admit,
i need to go back.
reality is waiting for me…
but just as i stepped on my windowsill..
he held my hand.. and whisper..
“we’ll go back.. i promise”