Why is it called a lost and found?
Some discarded jacket, waiting in a bin,
Some neglected dog, for a place to lay his head,
Some foster boy, for a real mom and dad.
Will they ever be found or only relocated.
I guess some people and things are found.
But when you come home, is it ever the same
As that blissful day before you were lost?
Can your heart love in the same way?
