So come with me, where dreams are born and never planned, just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings forever in Never Neverland

When she was just a girl she expected the world, 

But it flew away from her reach,

So she ran away in her sleep,

Dreamed of para-para-paradise

Para-para-paradise

Para-para-paradise

Everytime she closed her eyes,

Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

When she was just a girl she expected the world,

But it ran away from her reach,

And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on

It gets so heavy

The wheel breaks the butterfly

Every tear, a waterfall

In the night, the stormy night,

Away she'd fly

She dreamed of para para paradise

Para para paradise

Para para paradise

Whoa oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh 

So lying under those stormy skies 

She said oh oh oh I know the sun must rise

This could be para para paradise

Para para paradise

Para para paradise

Whoah oh oh oh oooh oh oh oh

And that goes on four times.  It's continuously playing in my body.  In the radio.  Through the window.  It goes through the door.  Strangers hum it.  Birds whistle it.  Trees whisper it. Dreams dance it.  It won't leave my head.  It's playing.  It's always playing.  

I read over my blogs and eugh I'm such an idiot.  I knew this anyway.  I have so much to be thankful.  There's nothing really there to be sad for and yet there it is.  It's always there, like that song now is.  I think of it like a blanket.  I just seem to wallow in it.  It's comfy because it's what I'm used to but that doesn't mean that it hurts me.  I'm sorry.  I wish that I could be more inspiring, more influential, I wish that I could help people.  I'd like to hold childrens hands when they're upset.  To help them to smile and to have fun.  To take them to Neverland.  But then I'd take them home again.  I'd like to pick them up when they fall, to brush down cut knees.  I'd like to stop them from falling down at all.  I'd like them to love me and to believe in me.  My purpose would be looking after them.  

And when I get to doing that, I'd like to find a very scared little girl with pointy knees and elbows, brown hair with a fringe, hazel eyes and dozens and dozens of freckles,  Then I'd like to pick her up and tell her that it's all going to be ok.  I'd tell her to squeeze her eyes tightly shut against the nightmares and to open her eyes again years later.  

Yes, that is what I would tell myself.