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Calling of The Lost
A cry out to the world, for what I have lost.
Often nowhere to turn to, who might I trust..
The world using our grief, not know at which was their cost.
Selfish to aid those in need, money in their pockets, overflowed in greed..
Asking myself, where are you my child, searching everywhere as my mind goes wild.
Pain inside grows as I walk through the crowd, left alone as feeling grows of being exiled.
Forgotten worth as who we are, searching the plains near and far, where are you my shooting star.
Will the help come, will I find where you are, thoughts of fear getting more bizarre.
Never giving up whatever the cost, heads or tails with this coin toss.
Reign in chaos, the Calling of The Lost.
