Story of Peter

Sarasvati

Sad eyed boy in his silly pants
Sometimes his there sometimes he hides
Pale fair skin and his tiny hands
Waving from distance in black and white

Nobody sees him when his around
But his beside me whenever im down
Run about and play around my silky dress
Now I could never forget his face

I don't know who you are
And I don't know where your from
Give me your hands
Lets find a light
Leave all this behind
And forget the world

So the silly peter disappear
Now his nowhere to be seen
His not those shades that I fear
And many things remind me of him