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
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
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
"There I was," A boy with dirty blonde hair and a smooth voice began with an intense tone, crouching on one leg upon a dusty grey rock. "In mid-air with a blade to my throat. Hook had a blood-thirsty glare as he moved the tip of the sword down to my chest and dragged it against my skin." A few mermaids, who were surrounding him and gripping their hair in suspense, winced in unision. "Oh, Peter!" One cried in a pained tone. "Were you alright?" Peter nodded before continuing. "I wasn't scared at all. I lifted my leg and kicked him somewhere that's apparently painful for codfishes. He screamed...