The Lost Children

I don't think I really respect Michael Jackson, but I never fancy the idea of anyone's death, either. 
Arrivederci, MJ.

We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers.
Wishing our families well.
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing.
But not for the missing.

So this one’s for all the lost children.
This one’s for all the lost children.
This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well.
And wishing them home.

When you sit there addressing, counting your blessings.
Biding your time.
When you lay me down sleeping and my heart is weeping.
Because I’m keeping a place.

For all the lost children.
This is for all the lost children.
This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well.
And wishing them home.

Home with their fathers,
Snug close and warm, loving their mothers.
I see the door simply wide open.
But no one can find thee.

So pray for all the lost children.
Let’s pray for all the lost children.
Just think of all the lost children, wishing them well.
This is for all the lost children.
This one’s for all the lost children.
Just think of all the lost children.
Wishing them well, and wishing them home.