by Nick Gisburne
I’m Peter, your imaginary friend
I’ve come to change your life and free your soul
Your mind is what deceives you in the end
But I will take the lies and leave you whole
The old ones tried to frighten me away
But children, on their birthdays, need me most
Let’s go up to the rooftop. We can play
Perhaps we’ll see an angel, or a ghost
Up here, this little stairway to the sky
Put on these special wings. That’s good. That’s right
I know that you can do it. You can fly
Just one more step, then jump towards the light
I’m Peter. I’m so happy we could meet
And look, that’s you, below us, on the street
