A pitbulls life

March 1, 2012
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A pit bulls life
Please don’t believe what you hear
They may have made me a poster dog and instilled this fear
I may be big. I may be strong.
But I have done NOTHING wrong
A vicious cycle, I wish I was never born
Into the hands of a monster, now my hearts been torn
They threw me in the pit. I could hear the people cheer
Blood on the walls, no fight in me….just fear
I am of no value now, they tossed me aside
As I lay bleeding, I have no place to hide
And now I am taken to a grey scary place
I am cut and wounded from my tail to my face
Here I lay alone on this cold cement floor
Waiting for my chance to get out of the door
I only have a day or two before I am put to death
A day or two more, till I breathe my last breath
But I haven’t had the chance to show you, im a good boy
I never had a treat. I never had a toy.
I am a pit bull; it doesn’t mean that I will bite
It doesn’t mean that I am a devil. It doesn’t mean that I want to fight
Look into my eyes once as you pass me by
Can you really see a killer? Come on don’t lie
You know you see something, a soulful sadness in my eye
Please take me out of here
Please don’t let me die.

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