I woke up one morning
And wanted to cry
'Cause I knew in my heart
I could no longer fly.
When did I tell myself
Grow up I must!
No more pretending!
No more fairy dust!
And when did I stop
Believing I could
And start to live in a world
Where I do as I should?
How can I find
The place I once knew
Where dreamers can fly
And wishes come true?
Is it still out there
Up in the skies?
Wait, I think that I found it.
It's in my children's eyes.
Caren E. Salas
(For the Peter Pan in all of us)
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