by Jonathan B., 14
Where people can’t be found
They look for a sound
We must give them the sound
So they can be found
We’ll look for the ones who can’t be found
But the ones who can’t be found must follow the sound
Because the land of the lost wants to hold them back
We must pull them back
And hold until the land of the lost
Will leave them for no cost
We must give them the sound
So they can be found
Bridge Ink 