The Lost Little Boy

The lost little boy

Cries and weeps

Their must be a secret

That he has to keep

 

Not knowing when

He will smile again

For this little boy

Is only just ten

 

He shivers and moans

In all hours of the night

For this little boy

Stays up till it’s light

 

He carries his stuff

All that he can carry

There’s never enough 

There’s only just worry

 

He wants to feel hope

Instead of despair 

He’s trying to cope

Instead of being scared

 

Lost little one

Please don’t cry

For someone will come

To hold you tight

 

I know you will feel 

The sigh of relief

Instead of feeling 

All of this grief

 

So please understand 

Your time will come

Please reach out your hand

My precious dear Son

 

 

Never look back 

At these moments you feared

For I have more joyous

Memories to share

 

During this time

In an uncaring world

It doesn’t matter

If you’re a boy or a girl

 

Just remember that I’ll take you in

For you are my child 

And my very best friend!