As a pup I dreamed and wondered
what life would hold in store.
For me, I thought, there's something great!
beyond that kennel door.

Out there are needy people
and I have so much to give.
Love, and wit, and gentleness
to help them learn to live.

I'd be someone's protector,
keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps,
or help to run a farm.

I'd run and bark and jump and play
with friends along a sandy shore.
I'd roll in meadows thick and green,
that lie beyond that kennel door.

I'd lay there waiting, longing...
as the days and years went by.
My owner kept me fed and brushed,
but inside, he let me die.

I do not think of greatness now,
I'm old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons,
but I have lived in vain.

I cannot think what could of been,
my dreams are filled with hope no more.
Just a floor, walls and a broken heart,
behind this kennel door.