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We are the missing, the dead, the lost Never found, and in the world No monument exists for us No flag has been unfurled We lie in riverbeds and wood Beneath stream beds and in fields Were tears of woe ever wept for us? Did a heart break, did it yield? We wandered off in cases, some In others, lured, abductions Our bodies never found, but though We caused a family some reduction In others, we were found too late Dead, mistreated in a hole The one who did this thing to us Until caught, god **** their soul We lie here waiting for the day For our remains to be found We lie in woodlots, basements cold Buried crudely in the ground Some of us were lost before We ever lost our lives Roaming streets, with no real home Dancing on a hundred knives Some of us are living Still at odds with where we are We're prisoners inside our mind And have gone and wandered far But, those of us, the dead, the cold Lie waiting for the day When our bones will be discovered And then at rest we'll lay Are there people out there looking? Many years for us have passed Are we still an open case? Or has the time for that just passed? Do we still have family waiting? Time goes slowly when you're lost We lost our lives to violence And I question at what cost? Are we still considered missing? With us the searching will not cease We lie here, the dead, the missing Until our souls can be at peace
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
We Are The Missing
We are the missing, the dead, the lost Never found, and in the world No monument exists for us No flag has been unfurled We lie in riverbeds and wood Beneath stream beds and in fields Were tears of woe ever wept for us? Did a heart break, did it yield? We wandered off in cases, some In others, lured, abductions Our bodies never found, but though We caused a family some reduction In others, we were found too late Dead, mistreated in a hole The one who did this thing to us Until caught, god **** their soul We lie here waiting for the day For our remains to be found We lie in woodlots, basements cold Buried crudely in the ground Some of us were lost before We ever lost our lives Roaming streets, with no real home Dancing on a hundred knives Some of us are living Still at odds with where we are We're prisoners inside our mind And have gone and wandered far But, those of us, the dead, the cold Lie waiting for the day When our bones will be discovered And then at rest we'll lay Are there people out there looking? Many years for us have passed Are we still an open case? Or has the time for that just passed? Do we still have family waiting? Time goes slowly when you're lost We lost our lives to violence And I question at what cost? Are we still considered missing? With us the searching will not cease We lie here, the dead, the missing Until our souls can be at peace
#love#dead#lost#help#missing#searching#monument#victims#murdered
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
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