Who knows why I have to cry
or write these words of pain?
All I know should make me glow,
instead I feel insane,
To be alone, neglected,
like some old mangy curr,
who walks the streets in search of food,
and looks with vacant eyes that blur.
Each time I see one walking slow,
I lose my glow and feel so bad,
To me it's not just mangy mutt,
It's lost old soul, makes me feel sad.
It reminds me there's no one in life,
for lonely ones who walk the street,
to give each one an honest friend,
may help them learn that life is sweet,
and cure them of the vacant stare,
like looking past you distant dream,
for someone who forgot their hopes,
it's just a lonely silent scream.
That no one cares just where,
they lay their head at night,
or that they scare with fright,
anyone they approach.
See most of us who work and toil,
give no excuse it makes us boil,
that these lazy ones exist at all.
But when I see a mangy dog,
I know it's just that we forgot, abandoned, threw,
someone who once looked like me or you.
