Poetry

Peter Pan

Grab my hand and take me home

Because done is my journey and wild roam.

I've walked a long and tiring road.

I've carried and dealt with a heavy load.

My heart is broken and can't be fixed.

My emotions have been scrambled and mixed.

I've seen things that keep me up at night

And I've been beaten in this life fight.

My heart is tired and has been drained.

Many times have my eyes closed and rained.

I feel like I need to leave

Because no longer does my heart believe.

There's no love and happiness and joy.

Just angry and the need to destroy.

Take me from my hell on the earth

And let my idea of hope rebirth.

You are my love and life.

I need you to not only survive but thrive.

Happiness I need you to help me gain,

Strength I need to wash away the pain.

If you believe then so do I

That hope is not just a lie,

That you can take me

To a world where I can be free.

So please, Peter Pan, be the one

To hold my hand by the dying sun,

To lift me high and help my fly

To Nederland where I can finally die.

Written by Bron.