Lost
How many times will she go?
Leave him to fend on his own.
A son without a mother,
Living without another.
He leaves the door open,
and he's hopin'
that anyone will come in
and take care of him.
Days go by
as he lets himself cry.
He's only six years old
and already he knows,
No one is coming.
No one ever was.
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