A dog sits waiting, counting the days,
and next to the door he stays.
Awaiting for someone to come and play,
for his life, lonely and gray.
Will you be my friend, I hear him say,
as he looks at me and pray.
A friend indeed I be, to love and share,
please do not be sad, for I care.
Hero meets T-Dog on this day,
could you spare some time for my friend astray?
- hero -