Lost Souls

Lost, confused, smothered by anger fumes
Lost Souls.

How to feel? Who to trust?
This is way too much

We cry out every day in our own unique ways for help from you.
Tension and misunderstanding is always in the atmosphere.

Behind gorgeous faces, fashion, and hair do's
We are, as adolescents, Lost Souls.

Adolescents find love in the eyes of a perfect stranger.
We act as if the only way of life is danger.

Our feelings are kept near in a box with a closed lid
And when it gets to full we spazz on family and close friends.

Time is all of what we ask.
Bottom line if you just listen it might expand your mind.

Why are we like this? We will never know.

This is the story of the Lost Souls.

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