I will
flutter away
for a while
into the second star to the right
and straight on
'til morning.

I will wait there
in solitude
for you.
With fear, yes
that you might not look for me
nor forget about me
and I, be one with the lost boys
of Neverland;
forgotten, never heard of
and would never grow up.

But more than fear,
much more intensely
more than fear,
is my heart soaring high
of pixie dust and
happy thoughts
of you and me.
That after this pilgrimage,
as I come back
you will be there
by the window,
waiting for my shadow
reaching out for my hand
and together,
we will fly away.