The face on the milk carton
Missing! Have you seen this child?
We’ve been searching for quite a long while.
We’ll never gave up hope, or quit searching for you.
I know we will find you and bring you home soon.
No leads to her whereabouts,
No clue where she’d be,
Who ever has answers?
Please give them to me.
Missing posters strung up in all of the cities,
Crying for six months, wallowing in self pity,
If she was a runaway where would she go?
I can’t even image her dead on the side of the road.
Maybe abducted held against her will
You think the kidnappers might contact us still?
Raped, abused or beaten to death.
Please give us some clues to find our daughter Jess.
What sick-o would do this to kids any age?
She would have been 16, her birthday’s today.
So many children go missing each year,
Very few found, most of them killed.
Even drinking milk reminds me of you,
Images of you playing dress up with a pair of brand new shoes,
I sit here remembering; your face not forgotten.
Staring at a picture of you on the side of that milk carton.
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