Sasha.
Elegant girl, serene and calm,
looking through the bars
Waiting and hoping someone will come, resting her head on her
paws.
Visitors look at all the dogs, they seem to pass her by,
"Why is it no one wants me....a hound with pleading
eyes?"
"We're ever so gentle,
quiet and sweet, will no one give me a home?"
She goes back to her bed, and lays her sad head on dirty, cold
damp stone.
The days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months, her spirit is
very sad
It's ever so cold in this hole in the wall, the solitude is
driving her mad.
At last someone comes and slips
on her lead, she wags her long mighty tail
She keeps by the side of her keeper and guide, then lets out a
mighty wail.
"They've chosen me, I'm going home" her body shakes
with delight,
I'm given a chance, I smile and I dance instead of shaking with
fright.
If you're a hound on death row
at the pound, and your body is full of pain
Ignore all the screams, hang on to your dreams your suffering
won't be in vain.
There'll come a day when your prayers are heard and the pain
you'll feel no more
She'll appear at your side with a lead in her hand and open that
kennel door.
You're home at last and free
from pain, to a life and a brand new start
The comfort she'll give, and the love that she'll show will mend
your broken heart.
Enjoy your life don't dwell on the past, go forth and start anew
With hope in your heart and a life full of fun, and so many
things to do.