Sometimes I wish I were like Peter Pan
Off in a far away fantasy land...
I stand in a room with a million people, all like...
People that all know how I feel, that all feel...
She ran her hands over the smooth threads
The threads of her life, her pain, her strife...
Sometimes I wish I were like Peter Pan
Off in a far away fantasy land...
They say her smile could brighten a room
that's why they always loved seeing her face...
If you first believe, then you will be able to see. |
It is hardest to forgive those who do not know they need forgiving |
Light is only a illusion of darkness |