A thought lost is worse than a heart lost.
A home lost is worse than innocence lost.
A soul lost is impossible -- it has merely been misplaced or buried deep beneath the debris of experience, chaos, pain, and time.
When the rushing flood waters grow calm and still once more, you must wait and watch for it to re-emerge, floating gently to the mirror surface. . .
Living and immortal.
Don't be surprised -- your own soul called it forth, calling like to like.
It's the secret reason why souls never die.