We are the castaways.
Shipped from one door
to the other.
Never knowing where we were going.
Just children of a broken system.
what was going on.
Always with the question of "why".
Look into our hollow eyes.
Hear our silent cries.
Maybe someday will come.
Maybe one day we will find a place
to call home.
Where we will finally know love.
But that is just a far off dream.
No use in keeping any hope up.
We are the lost and forgotten.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY