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
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