lay down bleeding, bruised, and sore,
Broken spirit, just like before.
Can't he see my pain, my fright?
I want to play, and love - not fight.
I see his hand as it comes down,
And as he speaks I can hear his frown.
I shrink down closer to the floor,
But I know just what's in store.
I whimper softly, though in vain.
My punishment - a four-foot chain.
Left outside for seven days.
No food, no water, eyes that glaze.
I rest my eyes, close them tight,
Trying to forget my plight.
As I open them again,
There is no grass, there is no chain.
I see your hand as it comes down,
To pat my head, call me a clown.
You laugh and tell me how I snore,
Then you hug me, and pat me more.
"It was only a dream!" I think with a sigh,
And thank the big man up in the sky.
The pain I endured, it led you to me,
And FINALLY, "I" am a part of a "WE".
My heart beats "I love you."
I hope you can hear it.
There's not many out there
that can mend a broken spirit.
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