I am Wendy, official Lost Girl

I take the lead with pride but also dare to follow

I believe in everything and discount nothing

Though doubt is something i'm no stranger to


I veer astray knowing i can always find Neverland

Second star to the right with just a sprinke of fairy dust

I dread for the moment to come where my feet and the ground touch

A dreamer in the clouds I am, for up there, I find my refuge


I am young, afraid but willing to take on the world

I want to be ready, succeed, and keep flying

In my land of dreams I am at home, but reality is knocking

Though i have outgrown it, Neverland never fails me


I am Wendy, and like everyone else, I grow up.

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