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Struggling through the bushes, A cold November day
Didn’t know where to turn to, Didn’t know where to stay
Alone, lost and cold, Injured and in pain
Hungry and weak, his spirit had started to wane

Walking a scary hard road, Up to a people place
He stopped at wooden steps, now, with the pain all over his face
Then he let out a little moan- Looks like this could be home

The bright sun had warmed him, he settled into his spot
And wood blocked the worst of the cold, It was worth a shot
Louder and louder he cried, his desperation grew
Hard wood pushing against him as his boney ribs poked through

Footsteps from the floor above, He suddenly found love
He heard a voice gently calling, in a soft spoken tone that he’d been dreaming of

He gathered his strength and his courage, up the steps he crawled
Sat on the feet of a stranger, and her blue jeans he pawed
Now he’s picked up and warm, fed and watered and safe
What started out so badly, now, has become his luckiest day