For My Peterpan

For My Peter pan



They say that love’s so lucky,
for all’s been chasing it
They say we’re all to find somebody
We’d see them through our hands.

When love had us and caught our hearts
Its clouds we walk on
And heaven, suddenly
Is the laughter of our sweetened tongue.

But what has been of me?
The lover without the love
When my lover’s a distant
Warrior from above.

His voice I knew I’ve conquered,
With all the heaven’s dew
Yet our love’s short affection
When it’s only in spirit were true.

His photograph is mine forever
His letters’ I take as oath
Yet I could not take attention
To the whisper of the wind’s high note.

The flowers insisted stop dancing
To his soft mannered speech,
Yet I want to move on chanting
Waiting for the southern wind.

Oh come, my love, your presence
Where dost do we belong?
I knew your was someplace,
Your love was meant for long.

Ours is pathetic gesture,
To feel lour earnest need
To love and be loved for all sakes
Though sea’s won’t take us near.

What manner is my beauty,
What joy is my desire?
When the stranger in my pocket
Would see it from afar.

O lonely damsel you’ve become
A soldier fighting in petticoats—
You’ve fallen in love, weapon
Is fighting’s worth doubt?

Take me to the seas, high heavens
And let me find myself
My soul is estranged in my homeland
My belongs to something else.

My life I know belongs here,
But I can’t find myself
There is love here yonder
The Neverland is my dream

I am a lonely damsel
Whose true love’s but in a well
but hopes still I hold onto
My Peter pan, You’ll be here.