The footsteps walking down the hall
My heart does pound I feel so small
He’s coming near
My cage I fear
And nowhere for me to hide at all
It seems so long for him to be
Standing finally over me
His downward gaze
His eyes ablaze
Be this the final sight I see?
His foot now wrenched into my side
I cannot move; it hurts to cry
His griping hands
My pulsing glands
Hope of tomorrow be denied
Out of here and in the truck
I’m quickly running out of luck
The bumpy ride
It’s hot inside
Because I couldn’t make a buck
Who knows what will become of me
But the business cannot run for free
A faster pace
To take my place
Race me till I die for thee
Just another scratch upon the list
Of greys who’ve gave their lives for this
Replaced with haste
It seems a waste
My life for your eternal bliss
Copyright 2001 Lynn Kargol