M,I,A,

M.I.A. There’s a space, next to me Where he, used to be There’s a cot, waiting for Him to walk through the door And the guys gather round To hear if he’s been found He’s missing We were young, we had heart And we knew, from the start Going home, was the deal If only that were real And the guys gather round To hear if he’s been found Still missing Then up, goes the list Of those, who don’t exist The heaven’s, open wide Accept the human tide And the guys gather round Young and strong and proud Line that hole in the ground No longer…… missing………. Just….. Missed For Crosses in Your Eyes Contest