Why can't he be, what he use to be?
To have his two eyes to look and see
But behind all that once pretty face
He will not go to waste!
People think he should be abandoned now
But he will be here no matter how
Even if he is crused crushed and confused
He will stay and not refused
The beauty is, I can still see a smile
While he run, jump around, and get wild
I don't want to see him looking shy
Lost and lonely he can still go by
He is here and still alive
To Wag his tail and bark too
There's so much more that he can do
Sometimes I wish he never lost an eye
But no one knows the answer why
I know he's angry, I am too
But he can't be fearful sad and blue
It is not how he look outside
I love him for what he is inside
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