I am waiting for someone to save me from these cold bars, to rescue me from the loud rooms and endless seas of faces day by day. I need someone who will laugh and play, and show me freedom as I've never imagined it.
(more) I was born here, you know, behind these stone walls on concrete floors. I've listened to the stories of soft cushions and toys and love. I want someone to wrap their arms around my neck and hold me close when I scared, to walk with me and talk to me. To feed me. To smile.
Do you think you might love me? With my soft, big eyes filled with wonder, my enthusiasm, my curiosity. Would you rub my floppy ears, my tender belly? I would protect you. I'd wag my tail when I saw you. I'd speak and sit and share the magic of the world with you. Could you live a life with me?
I think that I could love you. With your soft smile and your sad eyes, and your baggy clothes. You smell like you've been hurt inside before. You walk like you need a purpose and a companion. Maybe what we really need is each other. I am, after all, man's best friend. (less)
Locked up in penitentiary of isolated mind, imprisoned to the media; 21st century of style. Images of worlds outside pass before my eyes, but desires outweigh the reality surrounding. Chains of social conformity, chains of competitive market. Chains of intellectual degrees and chains of following tide. No visits from(more) the president inside this ball and chain. Nor any care for the world around us, and the nature falling down. Don't rescue me, I'm in too deep. Freedom now will overwhelm my soul. Like a domesticated dog kicked on the curb, I'll grow old, and slowly fold. No, go rescue to youth, those still free from the chains. Rescue the infants before they lose their own name. (less)