The Lost Ones

They hear whispers in the dark,

Whispers of,

"Come home.

We miss you."

But they can't get home.

They cannot find their way.

No one can help them.

No one can find them.

They want to leave,

But they don't know how.

They want to be free,

But they can't find the way.

So they remain lost.

Lost to everything,

Except the whispers,

the whispers of

"Come home.

We miss you."