Come with me,

Come with me to netherland

Cried the

Boy

His emerald cap

Shifting ever so

Slightly

To the north

To the star.

Home of adventures

Home of pirates and

Mermaids

Fantasies

Nightmares

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Striped fur and

War paint

But made of

Mud

Not

Blood

Never

Blood

For those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

Come be our mother

Come and love us

They cry

Childish tears

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Down those flushed

Children’s cheeks

Coming home with

Scrapes

Grazes

Sniffling at the blood

Hissing at the hurt

But no scars

Never scars for these

Lost

Lost

Boys

Silvery lines just

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Of them.

You’ll never get away

We’ll make you pay,

How drunk

Are they?

On that righteousness

Glory

That they will play

Wars with

Men

Monsters

Mermaids

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys.

How far,

Do you think,

Do The waters of netherland run?

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling

Into that

Star-flecked

Ocean.

Deep

Enough for

Little boys to

Drown

Methinks

Deap enough to

Forget

Mothers

Sister

Fathers

Methinks

Deap enough that

Tears?

Tears?

They will be nothing

Methinks

Those

Lost

Lost

Have no idea

How

Truly

Truly

Lost they really

Are.

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys,

Follow her

Those blond

Strands of hair

Drifting

Drifting

Drifting

Ever so

Slightly

South

Back

Home.

Methinks

They will come

Those

Lost

Lost

Boys