Missing/Exploited Children

Li'l Angels, Child-aged old Long time, lost out in the cold Like clay were you shaped into a mold Of What Not To Be, after you by Momma had been told Now, for your safe return, We must be bold Although, the rainbow's end lacks a pot of gold On the idea that it's a loss, should We not be sold Ordering the Authorities more areas patrolled As if fate in Our hands is controlled Wanting back What from Us had been stoled Despite, it could cause Our heads to be swolled But, for this should it be life without parole The conviction made based on the Windows of the Soul For it hurts MEMORY LANE being strolled Repeatedly, taken on Our hearts a toll Not having Our child, in arms to hold