Where do they turn in their hour of need
A well placed visual of a well oiled seed
Taken from parent and placed at the hub
Racing from wind that is bred in their blood
Nothing can cool them -hearts are aflame
Yet no one the next day remembers their name
So often subsided and burned to the quick
Off to another who brandishes stick
Fallen by wayside forgotten once more
Traded for nothing wrought fixed and sore
Always wonder why they came to be
The next number up in a sale or for free
Why do we toss them away like fast trash
Why do we not think their memories can last?
If they can remember their cues, names and more
How could they not wonder what next is in store
Never to part from them never to flee
I will not be part of the forgetting of thee
Now is my home sent to others who move
Like thunder clouds written by sparking flint hooves
Come to this haven and begin once again
Forgive those who had you and tossed you in sin'
Here is your haven, your future and grace
Remember no other but find peace in their place.