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Silver Cross


The priest looked so happy today
On the road to Never Land
Peter Pan at his side, no pay
Silver cross in his hand

We all wish to be Peter Pan
Be forever young and innocent
Making castles in the sand
Not worrying about the rent

Life passes us by in a flash
Take time to blink
And you miss the last dash
Always standing by the brink

Ready to fall, but willing to stand
Firm by our faith, our courage, our hope
We kneel rigidly like we always planned
In our closets, learning how to cope

With all thrown at us to help us conquer
The lessons we can have no place but this
Life’s too short, we must master faster
Living not by our will, only His

The pitfalls we attempt to avoid
Follow us around, mouth agape
We cannot run, cannot hide
Only change our colours, our infinite shape

To stand together, tall and strong
Smiles brighter than sunrise on a mountain
Joining where we can the holy throng
Consciences clear, robes white, no stains