Those tender years of youth, lost in a storm cloud of soul,
Take me through the wonderment upon a memory of gold.
Leave me in the lion's den on a salty summer night.
Where hearts afire walk a wire as a firebird in flight.
Take happer thoughts to heart but live the life at hand.
Make a memory of tomorrow like flights in NeverLand.
A special touch of trust, lying in someone's arms.
A radio note- alive, afloat- sailing on music's charms.
An angry cat on a hot tin roof, an actress on fire and free.
Whose soul could send one caterwauling- that is how I'll be!
Star dust settled in the night's sky, a choral member of the band.
Like a feral flight of freedom with the youth of Peter Pan.
Like a gentle giant's journey through NeverNeverLand.
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