It’s Plot 11, far away on a hill
Where his ashes were scattered,
And my world stood still;
Frozen in time
Like nothing else mattered
For my son whose fate
Was to never grow old –
A Peter Pan figure
With a heart of gold…
It’s Plot 11, far away on a hill
Where his ashes were scattered,
And my world stood still;
Frozen in time
Like nothing else mattered
For my son whose fate
Was to never grow old –
A Peter Pan figure
With a heart of gold…