Spirts in the mist
by Alanna Prichard
Unsteady grounds in a life without voice Existence in our hands and you have no choice Our thoughts make up where you stand Whether you survive or journey off this land In our eyes we think we see How to unlock your mind, we think weve found the key Inside you theres a complex story Of your true faith and intelligent glory You cannot speak your mind And you are sacrificed to human kind For in your silent pleads for help All that escapes is a bark and a yelp If only you could open up to us If only you could sit us down to discuss We would take pity and pride In living with canines by our side We are lost And you suffer the cost Because we are impatient and confused Your buddies get beat up and bruised And in our heartless acts We overlook the facts So many who are lost reunite with a smile So many alone have a friend for awhile It is never enough for us to love and adore We need to open our hearts, and open the door Invite you in for food and care Take you for walks and untangle your hair So many are gone for reasons unknown Why couldnt we just accept and open our home?... Too many lives were taken For accidents so mistaken Too many souls were beat Too many cold, tired feet. We had enough nerve to betray Now theyre carrying your body away
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