I know about being scared
\nwith no place to call my own
\nmy legs don’t work not like
\nthey should
\nand on love I have been alone
\nmost of my life
\nonly one real love I’ve had
\nand I saw her as my goddess
\npoor Robin’s looking sad
\nthere are no funds to feed him
\nSerbia was his place
\nwhen walking is a problem
\nits hard to stay the pace
\nI love life but am tired
\nand age is creeping up on me
\nBiserka is my person
\nshe helps me to be free
\nshe takes me here she takes me there
\na companion and a friend
\nsome might want to put me down
\nbut she’s heartfelt and does spend
\nso much of her time she does devote
\nin fact to me
\nand keeps me feeling active
\nas good as I can be
\nwhen I feel her soft hand
\nmy heart its what it needs
\nlove has passed me by till now
\nbut somehow now it feeds
\nwhat’s left of my emotion
\nthe devotion it is mine
\nshe’s given me back some self respect
\nwhich was sometimes on the line
\nshe’s made me feel that I have worth
\ncrippled may be so
\nbut heartfelt and creative
\na survivor as you know <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I know about being scared with no place to call my own my legs don’t work not like they should and on love I have been alone most of my life only one real love I’ve had and I saw … Continue reading