A Without A Trace Poem
Time is of the essences
The victims and lost loved ones in question can feel themselves
Began to sweat profusely all over the place
Covered in everything from cuts and bruises
Sometimes you swear your captor can smell your fear
Causing them to go more rabid than before
Their hearts pounding a mile a minute
Looking around like a crazed wild animal
Desperately trying to get away at any cost and by any means necessary
Connect the clues together
Come and get us and find us quick
And save our poor unfortunate souls