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| A dog in a Forever Home |
Our Mommy took good care of us
But then we all had to go
To someplace called "the pound."
Oh how we get so tired
Of listening to the sound.
There's always someone crying, barking, whining to be free.
Sometimes its Mommy.
Her cry's as loud as can be.
Sometimes it's sister, and sometimes it's me.
The people come and go, and I cry up on the hill.
Someone left me here
For a crime I did not commit.
I pray someday I'll understand and accept it as God's will.
But Lord, I feel so all alone
As I used to have a home.
I know that God hears our prayers
I will kiss away their tears
And we will never be blue.
I know one day, my time will come
When I will have a home
And I prayer this time that
It will be
My Forever Home.
Thank You!


