Please don’t believe what you hear
They may have made me a poster dog and instilled this fear.
I may be big. I may be strong.
But I have done NOTHING wrong.
A vicious cycle, I wish I was never born,
Into the hands of a monster, now my hearts been torn.
They threw me in the pit. I could hear the people cheer.
Blood on the walls, no fight in me ... just fear
I am of no value now, they tossed me aside.
As I lay bleeding, I have no place to hide.
And now I am taken to a grey scary place.
I am cut and wounded from my tail to my face.
Here I lay alone on this cold cement floor.
Waiting for my chance to get out of the door.
I only have a day or two before I am put to death,
A day or two more, till I breathe my last breath.
But I haven’t had the chance to show you, I'm a good boy.
I never had a treat. I never had a toy.
I am a pit bull; it doesn't mean that I will bite.
It doesn't mean that I am a devil. It doesn't mean that I want to fight.
Look into my eyes once as you pass me by.
Can you really see a killer? Come on don’t lie.
You know you see something, a soulful sadness in my eye.
Please take me out of here.
Please don’t let me die.
(Author unknown)
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