LOST
Well
she writes letters, for the people who,
Those
who can’t connect and get through
He
woke up from a terrible dream
It
was a nightmare, a dying scene
But
it was no dream, it was reality.
No
one to go to, no one to trust
Sleeping
in the street, it was a must
Waiting
for his mother, but she had passed
Going
with she who wrote letters of lust
He
had no one left
Except
his dad in the South-West
They
went to look for him
But
he had run, away.
The
longer they looked, the more did they find
Two
big brothers, who we’re really kind
Sleeping
with them, in between
So
she could leave him, didn’t wanna be seen
She wrote him, like she used to do
To
wish him the best, connect and get through