There’s a little boy who's lost, out there on
his own
His parents searching desperately
To bring their small boy home
Moments turn to minutes, and the hours slip away
And as optimism turns to hope, her eyes begin
to glaze
Dressed in his favourite costume, he
wandered down a track
That led to unforgiving bush
Please son, double back
But the hours turn into afternoons, and they turn into days
Hope turns into desperation, and his eyes
begin to glaze
Searchers in their numbers, they come to
lend a hand
That a little boy could disappear
Not one can understand
While the days turn into darkness, and the
darkness into dawn
Desperation turns to fear, is their little
boy now gone
Hope it never completely dies, belief it never
wanes
But no matter how hopeless or obscure
They’ll forever feel that pain
And the darkness it gets darker, as all
hope it disappears
Their little boy is gone for good,
confirming all their fears
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