It wasn't the hook of a pirate that brought you to your end.
No swords that shimmer in the light of the old moon; no battles to pretend.
It wasn't a flag of defeat that was raised on your behalf...
and there was no Wendy to speak of, or kiss on the cheek from this story book lass.
The lost boys I remember, did not your funeral attend...
No fairy dust, no treasure to lust;
and alas, no foe or friend.
Goodbye little boy, we will miss you...
I'll stop at your grave when I can.
Goodbye to your fairytale ending;
and goodbye to Peter Pan.