ZekeSquirrel

The jungle drums are pounding, the rifles flash has died. Your running days are over, you played this game so fine. The lost boys have come soaring, to guide you to your home. Fairies tears are falling, their dust has lost it's glow. Peter lifts you softly, past the stars of Neverland. Your lamp is finally shattered, so fly free across the land. Our wishes you have granted, so please now grant your own. You brought life to the dessert of our lives, and we can never pay you back. You healed us all with laughter, and patched our lives with smiles. The medicine you gave us we shall make sure to share with others. You bounced us back like Flubber

Judge me not by whim or worry, do not look past the scars i bare. See each wound that now marks my body, they hide no pride nor shame I carry. I will not build on just whats perfect, I will not change what makes me flawed. Both pleasant and painful, I hold my memories in hand, I care not if you judge me, for what you cannot understand.

winter is like a frozen truth, it chills the heart like a tree, freezing the leaves that are our lies and show the branches that is our true selves, bearing us for what we truly are.