Lost
The little girl is lost
She knows not where to go
Or where she came from
Up ahead two paths lay waiting
Both are inviting, yet mysterious
The girl cries for help,
But no one hears her plea
Down, down, down she whirls
Into a darkness deeper than anything before
She knows not which way is up
Or the left from right
There is not a difference in night and day
She comes to a room, seemingly dark with no way out
As she looks around, she sees a cliff
Standing over it, she peers down at the silent infinity of dark
Though empty and frightening, it seems her only choice
In order to leave the overwhelming agony
Before she sinks into shadows, leaving her only foundation, her only hope
A voice is heard. “My child, you are loved. Never forget this.
Trust in Me, take My hand, and never let go.”
With the words still echoing in the room, all the darkness retreats,
And the way is clear as the little girl smiles, and takes her Daddy’s hand.
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