Little Andrew,

Won't come home,

Trudging through,

This world,

Alone.

Little Andrew,

Baby boy,

His laughing eyes,

So full,

Of joy.

Little Andrew,

Never tame,

Thinks that life,

Is just,

A game.

Little Andrew,

Frightened,

Hidden;

It's the wrong thing,

By which he's driven.

Little Andrew,

So confused,

Thinks that there's,

Nothing,

To lose.

Empty of hope,

In need of refill,

Is little Andrew,

Waiting,

Still.