From those days of catching fireflies,

To the days of seeing how night lies.

Being the one around the center of seven,

Who knew he might be overlooken.

 

Soon the days turned into a mere trickle,

As the nights lasting for hours made him feeble.

 

As the stars passed by felt so much without any lace,

Thus the creation of a treasure chest took place.

Not really the treasure you will find in neverland,

The lost key is still wandering avoiding to reach any hand.

 

He is used to feel everything, who knows might still do,

Never said anything, not wanna think again

But seeing people assuming 

makes him feel the pain.

 

Eventually the boy also knew,

That everyday is a new day,

But it's a type of dilemma,

About it he can't say.

 

Somehow the efforts are needed more,

Even it was out of his hands and was unable,

But he deserved that in this lore.

 

But whatever happens he knew,

His the one with power of being different,

Standing the next day again,

On the way to be his own friend.

 

Gave him the chance to shine,

In the world he once created,

Secretly from others,

Having the peace which was really needed

 

[ ] It's ok to feel and think somethings, whether you need or not but someday we'll soon know that this is not the end...because that boy knew and his still infront of you.

 

Promised to himself having the smile he will keep 'fore he die.