I still am.

I still am all the songs that I dance alone on a Friday night,

the music I play on Sunday mornings,

and the love I hope to find.

I still am the fairy playing among the fireflies in the woods of Neverland,

smiling to fate, even when is hard.

I am all the moments when I run wild,

and my heart flows within rivers of light.

I am my eyes igniting in sparkles,

and the darkness after that.

All the starts that rained upon me that night,

all the wishes that I made...

I still am all of that.

N.