Now, more than ever... laying still
unable to know a thing but pain
I wish for a voice to plea for help...
Please let me go to heaven again!
Now in the night, when aches o'er come
the foggy twilight sleep I know
I can no longer play, or run
Please, if you love me.... Let Me Go
My pride is, like, my body gone...
I'd wanted to pass with dignity
Oh but That day's behind me now
a silent prisoner, pity me.....
Mistress and Master, please be kind
My spirit will live on you know
Hear now my sad voice in your mind
Begging you, please, just help me go.
Once I remembered days gone by
when I could run, swift as the wind
and by your side, contented lie.....
now... memory fades... How have I sinned??
Now, more than ever... laying still
Trying to speak -- so desperately--
I wish for a voice to plea for help...
Ah -- there -- a Bark ----- Don't you HEAR me??
Copyright (c) Carla Pickering
December, 1997
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