I used to think, when I was young
fairies, dresses; it’s been so long
Whistling lullaby, rock-a-bye baby
Somewhere, sometime, somehow, maybe
the once-upon-a-time’s could fill my mind
and leave a trail of crumbles behind
So that, to my desire, I could try
to follow their path beyond the sky
Where I’d find what I’d been looking for:
The happily-ever-afters I heard of before
I used to think, when I grew older
Neverland’s key lies in the eye of the beholder
Its doors are hidden behind rules and order
challenging me to cross its border
Growing older makes it harder to see
what has never been, and never will be
But when I sit and give my thoughts free rein
the key shows and will maintain
And I’d find what I’d been looking for:
The happily-ever-afters I heard of before