What they have done to our dream
And made me tired and old
Now I'm just an image of the mind
The belief that they can reach the sky
They might hear the Neverlanders' cry
With every doubt that they sigh
They just leave me here to die
Was it of something more real
Like you would have something more to feel
That we all lost something
We all have lost our wings
And if I had just one wish
I would you give you the gift
For you to see what I see
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