Missing
The glass sat on the table the milk on the floor
The note written in crayon mommy i gone to the store
Grabbing her coat purse and her keys
Leaving a note Out the doors she flees
Outside her head goes side to side
Not seeing her little boy she gets in her car and drives
To the store she travels south bound
Not stopping until her little boy is found
Asking a neighbour who tells another
They form a search team and head out together
The fearing mother asks the women at the store
Seems he didnt make it there when he went out the door
Trembling in fear she looks to the sky
Praying to god she finds her little boy alive
The tears unbearable they start to pour
As the other parents gather around her at the store
We will find him you will see
You have to stay strong most of all believe
Heading back in the car she looks in the back seat
There curled up is her little boy asleep
The moral of the story Really you can cry over milk that spilled
But you can believe in anything if you have the will
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