Missing

I woke up one September morning
My baby never made it home
I tried to stay calm and collected
but my fear, I could only postpone

When I got ahold of his buddies
None of them had a clue
Where did Will go?
And now what should we do?

As day fell into evening
I called to make that report
No ones ever been through
something of this sort

As Sunday evolved to Monday
The Media gathered around
"What do you think happened?"
to each station I made my round

Friends came in from back home
To Search and Poster this town
We'd scour the streets for hours
Long after the sun went down

Day in, Day out
11 Nights crept into day
Encouraging words
Is all anyone could say

But I knew when that last friend
Confirmed my biggest fear
That he was last seen on the bridge
Where to look became more clear

So the boats hit the water
But nothing was found
We postered the streets again
and just kept looking around

The posters started to age
And the news crews went away
But I still searched for my baby
Until they found him that day

The call then came in
"There has been a clue,
We need you to come down.
We may have found his shoe"

Little did I know
That it was just a clever excuse
To get me to the police station
And tell me the truth

They led me through halls,
Into a small, confined room
Stared at me calmly
Then gave me the news

They've found a body
And that it was Will
But I don't hear whats next
Cause times standing still

What news left their lips
I bet they couldnt see
They told me Will died
But it also killed me