September 18: Little boy lost ...

There’s a little boy who's lost, out there on his own

His parents searching desperately

To bring their small boy home

Moments turn to minutes, and the hours slip away

And as optimism turns to hope, her eyes begin to glaze

Dressed in his favourite costume, he wandered down a track

That led to unforgiving bush

Please son, double back

But the hours turn into afternoons, and they turn into days

Hope turns into desperation, and his eyes begin to glaze

Searchers in their numbers, they come to lend a hand

That a little boy could disappear

Not one can understand

While the days turn into darkness, and the darkness into dawn

Desperation turns to fear, is their little boy now gone

Hope it never completely dies, belief it never wanes

But no matter how hopeless or obscure

They’ll forever feel that pain

And the darkness it gets darker, as all hope it disappears

Their little boy is gone for good, confirming all their fears