The Ballad of Pan

The Ballad of Pan

Even though at times I can be sad,
You, Lord, come to me and lift my spirits so I am glad,
I worship your worthy name,
Now the beast within me is finally at rest; tame,
For I have much to praise you for,
Even though it may seem to me that I am constantly at war,
I remember what was said about a baby boy, who would probably fade away by the time he was five,
But because of you, he’s still here, very much alive,
I thank you for all the people I have around,
How when that boy was sick his mother’s prayers did resound,
Even when that boy was near the gate of the dead,
His mother’s loving lullabies were still being said,
While the statue watched,
While Lucifer’s plans were botched,
Peter Pan, made of rock, stood outside,
A memento of how his creator to the hospice tithed,
I am thankful that I have a shadow like Pan,
One who knows that in all my dreams I ran,
You, my shadow, will not leave even when my sins never stop being piled,
I pray to be like Peter, that rock, that immortal child,
When you call my name, like a kid, I want to giggle,
I want no portion of the adult cynic left to wiggle,
Truly only children can see your face,
For they are the epitome of this; our human race,
Set in my heart your rightful tent,
Let me no longer lament,
My shadows only one that I am beside,
Even when everything is screwed up; seeming to have died,
I pray for you to always love me,
That I may forever be like a child; on your warm knee,
I want to lean on your shepherd’s cane,
As I walk beside you along the truest lane…