Lost

They say a child's heart is one that is easily manipulated

It is pure and untainted

Gently nudge them to the path you want them to take

And their pure and untainted aura

Becomes one which is guided

Guided by the guidance of one which cares

Yet life isn't that way

Even when they are gently guided

They become lost

Where will they go?

What will become of them?

Shall thy conform to the ways of the culture?

Or will they become outcast?

Shall they turn to religion?

Or shall they turn to the power within them?

So much choices!

No wonder children get lost in the fray.

And for the few who goes missing

My Hopes go out to you.

For I too

Was almost Lost and Forgotten