Thursday, 6 September 2012


Late at night you visit me
and you set my shackles free
take my hand, hold it tight
lead me off into the night

And as you lead me by the hand
to our special Neverland
feel your body, breath and touch
the tenderness I miss so much

When we arrive, our special place
I feel your fingers stroke my face
then as we kiss I start to feel
it's not a dream, it seems so real

Our Neverland has it all
a beach, or snow... a waterfall
it's there for us every day
so we're together in our special way

Then sadly it all has to end
back to my world you have to send
but when I awake you're there inside
and I feel a joy I cannot hide

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