Are you a Lost Boy . . .?

[Intro]
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too

[Verse 1]
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, “Peter Pan—that’s what they call me.
I promise that you’ll never be lonely.”
And ever since that day…

[Chorus]
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me.
Away from all of reality

[2x]
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

[Verse 2]
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day…

[Chorus]
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me.
Away from all of reality

[2x]
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

[2x]
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook
You are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so,
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last

And for always I will say…

[Chorus]
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me.
Away from all of reality

[2x]
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free

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I feel as if Ruth B is talking to me. She crawled into my mind and found my deepest and most secret feelings and memories as a child. I had always been a huge fan and admirer of Peter Pan. The guy can fly and he has a pixie for a friend. Can you really blame me? I lived in my head a lot as a child. Probably too much for some to admit but it was all I had. I had space, an imagination, and a deep desire for all my dreams to come true.

I was by myself most of the time growing up, my brother and sister are ten and eight years older than me. So I’m the baby by a long shot. But we had woods and creeks and farm land where I grew up. The woods behind my house were my favorite place to be, running through the grass and trees and fields. My happy place, the air, the smells, the adventures I lived out in my head. Living out stories from books, movies, music, just being outside in the air. Recreating the roles to play out differently. Running, jumping, swinging through the trees, building, destroying, laughing and smiling the whole way.

But when my mom died, everything changed.

I wanted to disappear. I wanted Peter Pan to come and take me away from this world so full of hurt and darkness. I lived inside my music and my books, my head was still trying to understand what was going on. He could fly down, sprinkle me with pixie dust and I could leave the world I knew behind me. I could be free of this pain. I was already lost, wandering aimlessly in my own world, why couldn’t I have gone to another world?

My head still whirls around and jumps back to the time when the woods were my friends. They are still my friends today but in a much different way than before. I go to the woods to remember who I was, the girl who was wild and free. The daughter of a woman who was strong and fierce but kind and full of grace. But she flies with Peter Pan, probably taking over for Wendy Darling, reading, cooking, taking care of everyone. She was always wonderful about those things.

I’m still wandering but at least I’m getting less lost on my journey. So I’ll keep typing and getting lost in my music and writing in a handful of notebooks randomly spread across my home.

I believe we all need to hang on to our inner child, we need to remember where we came from, how we got here, the joy, pure happiness that we had at one point or another throughout our crazy travels through this world.

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