LOST SOULS

They buy at concessions and then come recessions
That head to transgressions and blues
The truant find answers in all the wrong places
The desperate get caught in their lies
Where are the angels to watch out for these souls
Are they busy with all the others
The homeless, the heartless, the lonely and lost
What miracle could turn them around
Some kind-hearted souls
A flash from the sky
Or somehow a light from within