I come from a baby's firts laugh

that carried me far away'to an autumn tree that glows with power

in the the land of all faries

fairy dust is placed upon all who wish to fly

I have come to know

who I cam and who I was meant to be.

I come from friends who support and care

about everything I do... We fly, flutter, hel each other, and

we stay close when enimies are near.

I come from a place called Neverland

where a boy flies around while being captin of boys,

that are so lost.

He wears ths stupidest things

that look like green blanket to me.

I come from a home of a boy, Peter Pan,

who cares for ma and I wished loved me

he thinks I'm nice (or maybe not)

and funny I'd say

but I 

can get mand at the smallest of things

or be grumpy or even, sarcastic sometimes

it depends on the moos that I'm in even though just the first time I saw him

I

knew he

was

going to 

be

mine.