Children of the Cabbage Field (Peter from Neverland)

Intro (whispered / spoken):

In fairytales they show us truth,
though no one wants to see it.
It’s easier to believe in storks and cabbage,
than to face the loneliness that births the world.

Verse 1:

In orphan halls where echoes hide in drawers,
they wrote small letters to mothers in dreams.
From factories came children, soft as paper dolls,
no one recalled their names — just numbers, seams.

Chorus:

Lead us through the cabbage field,
where nameless children dream in silence,
where the wind hums ancient lullabies,
and the earth remembers when humans don’t.
Hey, Peter from Neverland,
take us beyond the mists of Atlantis,
where time forgets its boundaries,
and sleep has wings of old-time tales.

Verse 2:

They said — from cabbage, from glass and wind,
were born the ones no one would claim.
Clones of paper, orphans of science,
taught to fly to escape their pain.

Chorus:

Lead us through the cabbage field,
where nameless children dream in silence,
where the wind hums ancient lullabies,
and the earth remembers when humans don’t.
Hey, Peter from Neverland,
take us beyond the mists of Atlantis,
where dreams don’t end, they just keep shining,
and home’s a whisper in the clouds.

Bridge:

On Big Ben’s clock, the hands stood still,
no one grows up — that was the will.
In shadowed tales of wars and songs,
the lost ones drift where they belong.

Final Chorus:

Lead us through the cabbage field,
where sleep and daylight softly mingle,
where children sing without a sound,
of homes they’ve never found.
Hey, Peter from Neverland,
guide us past our shame and sorrow,
to the land that never ages —
where the heart stays young forever.

Outro (echoed):

Maybe the fairytales are true,
and the world’s the dream that fades at dawn.
For in their silence, tales confess —
the truth, for those who dare to listen.