Peter Pevensie

growing up (again) is hard ~ poem 15/30

I lingered long by the wardrobe,
But a wardrobe it remained;
It never opened, never changed,
And left its silence unexplained.

I realize that this is home
But I've never felt so lost;
I always knew we'd have to leave
Yet never counted the cost.

This world is not what I want now,
It's a snare I can't escape;
All I can see is that land beyond
It's a dream that I can't shake.

Kings and queens in our halls of light
The world lay at our feet;
We were older, braver, wiser,
In Narnia, I became complete.

Those were the best days of our lives
But now those days are gone;
We're children again, helpless and small,
And everything feels so wrong.

Aslan, why can't I find you here,
Will you never call me back?
Will you leave me alone forever,
Mourning the life I now lack?