It did not take long

for your life to be full

for dreams to crash into reality.

Yet standing alone

you looked so lonely

fragile among humanity.

Just wanted to be a boy

with dreams that were to be

just wanted to feel the joy

not the weaver at the loom

with others waiting for you

as they do.

Every song and dance

every word and move

you lived them as your life.

then when it was all over

you found it hard to wrestle with the night.

just wanted to be the boy

with dreams that were to be

not the weaver at the loom

with others waiting for you

as they do.

you shared yourself

with everyone

that will not end though you cannot go on

you gave out your best

way above the rest

and became the weaver of dreams

the boy who flew away

leaving an empty shell

a Peter Pan who lives another day

in the words of every song,

and every foot that taps along

you left your calling card

and that will go on and on.