"Grow Up"

Open arms, or hold on tight,

There's never been a better time to be alive,

Look to the stars, second one to the right,

There's got to be some place where dreamers can thrive,

I've never been to Neverland,

But I've always liked fairy tales,

And here we are in this land,

Without pixy dust and magic spells,

"We'll never grow up!"

Those Lost Boys scream and shout.

"We'll never grow up,"

Who needs life's clout?

High heels and stripped ties,

Wedding rings and baby's cries,

We work so hard, we give so many tries,

We love so hard, then somebody dies,

Though I'd like to see a Mermaid's tail,

To fight Hook amidst the seas stormy swell,

I'm convinced this life has more to tell,

I'd like to try, even if I fail,

You see, Peter, he ran away,

It must be lonely, not growing up,

At times it's tempting, but I'd rather stay,

For this life has more than enough to fill my cup,

Maybe I can fly, but in a different way,

And find life's joy, despite life's pain,

I'll keep my imagination, no matter what they say,

And I'll grow up -- to loose, but to gain.