The Lost

The Lost wander, searching for an answer. They grow weary and wonder, where is kindness? What is kindness? Kindness is  Home. And the Lost have never seen it, we've hidden it like buried treasure and like cruel pirates, stealing away what is not theirs to take. The Lost have grown restless and now haunt the streets like ghosts and wisps of lost dreams. We have a speacial name for them now because there are so many. We say it is THEIR FAULT! THEY lost and THEY clutter our streets. We say that WE HAVE DONE NOTHING wrong. True, we have done nothing and it's past time that Something was due to give the Lost some Homes.