Peter Pan Lyrics Novels & Stories

I SHOULDN'T HAVE LET HIM GO -ivy I SHOULD HAVE STAYED. -peter ________________ ~ Peter ~ I lifted my head as I heard the birds chirping. Somehow the sound relaxed my nerves little bit. I looked at the golden sun rising slowly painting the dark sky into a beautiful light blue shade. I kept looking blankly as I gulped the wine down. "Peter, your enemies tremble at your name...Nothing can make you scared" I muttered to myself.

But tonight, my soul weeped. Peter, though, was hungry. His little hands reached eagerly for the bread, and I helped him settle at the table, cutting pieces for him, encouraging him to eat. I watched him nibble, his small smile breaking my heart. When he urged me to eat, I shook my head. “Mama’s not hungry, sweetheart. You eat.”

~Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, your house is on fire and your children are gone, All except one, And her name is Anne, 'cuz she hid under the baking pan~ As the tune ended, I placed it back gently on the table and looked in the mirror. That was when I suddenly lost consciousness.

We feel soulless and useless. Hunter suddenly sat in front of me, facing me, eyes locked on me. “When I told you to not think about it, I mean it,” he said. “I don’t want you to think of sad things. Peter Pan said, think of happy thoughts and you will fly.” I can see him smile even in the darkness. I don’t know why but there was this tone in his voice that made me chuckle. Or did I just smile genuinely for the first time in the past few weeks?

Maybe pour her drink in her food… Or preferably, my saliva. “Man!” Peter and Pan scream my name. Jeez. I jerk and turn in their direction. They are casually dressed in ripped shorts, Balenciaga boots, and designer tops. Their hair is roughened into spikes. “You disappeared on us, man.” Peter smacks my shoulder. I sigh and continue munching on my peanut butter cookies. “At least he showed up with the best invitation ever.” He stamps a card on the table. I had shared with my favorites earlier and of course, I slipped theirs in their lockers.

Excited and beyond happy to see a man dressed as Peter Pan, a teenager perhaps just by his height in an exact Peter Pan live movie outfit waving at them. “Peter Pan!” Hoppy keeps on yelling that name over and over again. She stood up on her chair, almost pushing the popcorn of her seat until Alissa quickly save it. As the show goes on with the introduction of Wendy, the lost boys, and pirates, other than the voices and music from the stage, everyone can basically hear Hope trying to say out their line in which she has a good grasp on. The best part was when Tinker Bell showed up and Hope to cheer for her. She even looked at Alissa at one point and ask.

She looks alone, and cold just like me, but then it flew away in the dark, vanishing from there; My heart began to say as I started to sing: " Butterfly, Butterfly, How do you fly? Teach me one day... I want to fly away... fly away. Every time you sing, everywhere you bring, The joy of life... Teach me one day... I want to do that way... do that way... Every time I looked at you, You fly in the sky, No one can reach up to you, You are too high. Across your heart, across the part

“Kismet…Rings of Truth…the soft wings of your love caught me unaware. Apart we were like missing puzzles, constantly missing the other halves of ourselves. Missing you daily, calling your name…Peter…you saying Sammy…our fantasy…our reality, emotional, determined, and persistent, the soft wings of our love, magnetic, passionate, loyal, sensual, loving…you are mine, Peter, I am your Sammy.” END

Incase you’ll fly away Or shatter if I let go of your hand I’m afraid, afraid, afraid Jedidiah: Will you stop time? If this moment passes What if it becomes as if nothing happened I could lose you I’m afraid, afraid, afraid Luca: Butterfly, like a butterfly Just like a butterfly, Like a bu butterfly Williams: Butterfly, like a butterfly Just like a butterfly, Like a bu butterfly “And now this is where Saint will come in with his part,” said Jedidiah. The boy continued to count the beats with his hand, up and down.

“Estel…Estel Storm.” Peter hummed and looked at the singer. I was surprised to find a mix of not just longing but also a bit of loneliness as well. Slapping his arm, I gave him a nod. He seemed to get my meaning and flashed me a smile. “Is there anything else I can get you guys this evening?”