Chosen

It’s been awhile, some months, I guess, in my new time frame

I’ve been waiting in a room with many others just like me

I’ve made some friends, and we cry and laugh together

But they keep on being chosen or taken away

I hope where they go they’re still safe and warm

Just like it is here

Hope they have blankets and more friends like me

I hope they are not alone

We need those who’ll cry and laugh with us

And it’s in these moments I wonder if I’ll be chosen

This day starts just like any other day

Nothing out of the ordinary

Three beds are empty beside me, tom, lowell, and wendy

I guess they were chosen next

So I close my eyes again and think, “when will my time come”

...How much longer?

It hasn’t got dark yet, I’ve been up for awhile

Some giants are walking into my room

Looking in from box to box, I think saying “hi”

But they keep looking and shake their heads from bed to bed

Wait a minute, they’re coming to me with smiling faces

He reaches down and says this word I’ve never heard

“Son, I can’t have one, but I’ll choose you instead

Son, you’ll be the one we’ll raise

Son, we’ll give you everything you’ll ever need”