​doggy Patricia Taxxon

Wait, I’ve been here before
Many times I’ve breached the house that I was born in
Sleep, familiar dreams
Wading deep within the creek that I was forged in

Still, it’s always the same
She’s still there, crying in black and white

Her ears are down
Her fur is matted to her face
With no one watching her, she waits
Her fur is matted to her face
With no one watching her, she waits

I wish I could see her
I wish I could hear her
I wish I could know her
I wish I could say something
I wish I could savе her
I wish I could love her
I wish I could hold hеr
I wish I could say something

A dog came through the window, and carried her away
He came through the window, canines were bared, yet she wasn’t scared
Nothing hurt, nothing made a sound
The window peers out to somewhere safe
Within his arms, nothing had to change
I saw that old doggy carry me