Like Peter pan
He's a lost boy
And he wonders at the state he's in
Reflections on the past are killing his conscience
All the places he's been
And even his sin
will tell the most glorious of stories
He's chosen wrong so many times
But never fails to pick himself up
And make it all right
He's created wounds along the way
Skin torn Blood pours
But we are all fleshly
And we all have scars
They build us up and make us
Who we are.
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