Would he love me after?

The falling of the moon

And the rising of the sun

Through the thickness of clouds

When the world feels lost

Could he find me still

And know that I am here

Or would he disappear too?

Go back home to Neverland 

 Never return to London

Would he cry at the loss

Or remember that I still exist

Am I just a  shadow 

of what used to be

Am I his sunshine?

His number one 

Was Peter pan a dream

Or did we really meet

Did he ever really know me?

Or was it all just a storybook?