Can she walk on water?
Can we call her fay?
Has she been to Neverland?
Does she go there everyday?
So much to ponder,
of that beautiful bell.
And I will lay in my death bed,
and ponder shall echo from my own little well.
Tell her I am with her,
when she feels alone.
Give her hugs to warm her,
when she's cold straight to the bone.
**** myself to save her,
then watch her from above.
When she think no one cares,
I would vow to her my love.
There she goes now,
I cannot follow,
she runs off to a mystical land.
A world where the sun shines brighter,
than the darkness ever can.
I am the dark,
and she the light.
So fragile to my comfort night.
I be a man who weep for thee,
she is her for someone else, not for me.
I lived before I ever knew she,
and I will live forevermore,
though I shall always,
always wish for a shine of her to pour.
Sweet miracle to grow a flower,
out of this dead tree.
Tell me love,
if I had asked,
do you think you'd ever love me?