There lived a boy, so thin and frail,
he never wished to fly.
He flew all day from place to place--
to fly, it was a flaw.
Yes, everyone wanted to fly,
it was their only dream.
For him, it was a curse well-known,
to fly or simply drown?
This boy was lost among the sky,
his tears bleed like the stars.
No home to go to after dark,
in Neverland he stays.
There lived a boy; he flies no more,
he will not ever wake.
Surrounded by angels, he flies,
just in a different way.