Inside I have to know
he was taken to dream anew
his soul spread o'fields to sow
before I can bid adieu
Peter Pan flies on the wing
Tinkerbell helps us dream
Estelle can hear him sing
Lost upon the unspoken seam
Bells will most often ring
for those of us left broken
while beautiful souls sing
without many words spoken
From dreams we all wake
he was taken from us
we remain as he watches
our hearts miss him no less
He was a moment...
we each held so briefly
for we watch the ascent
of his wonderful soul
