The ship that floats,
The ship that flies,
Through the night,
Across the skies.
Billow'ng sails,
Of creamy white,
Catch the cold wind,
On the winter night.
It comes from a land,
Far, far away,
Where grown-ups don't exist,
And all children play.
To get to this land,
It must be a moonlit night,
Look to the sky--
The second star on the right.
If you want to fly,
You'll need pixie dust,
Happy thoughts,
And a bit of trust.
And children don't grow up,
And pirates roam the sea,
With mermaids and Indians,
And they all will be free.
Gravity will let go,
Just take the sky's hand,
And off you fly,
Fly to Neverland.
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The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...
