Post by recycle on Jun 14, 2005 20:12:42 GMT -5
There he sits, so peacefully.
Listens intently, and silently.
With a whisper, and a smile.
I tell him my secrets and cry for awhile.
Always been such a good listener with me.
And when i'm done, he tells his to me...
His little overals and plaid red tie;
Poor torn ear and green markered eye...
A patch on his leg and a hole in his toe;
No needle or thread to docter or sew.
A busy day trails, after the slow night.
He sits back on my bedside, patient as he might.
Not like a dog to meet me at the door;
No, I think I like, his greeting more...
His silent smile, his welcoming gaze;
Holding him tightly in a warm kind of haze.
With open arms, that aren't really open..
With soothing words that have no sound.
On my bedside, he's been hopin',
I'll come home soon, with secrets refound...
Because with a grin, and with a sigh;
With a twinkle in my eye...
I tell him secrets, old and new.
Clutched to him like super glue.
One thing to say, little bear.
One thing to do, little bear.
You are torn, frayed, far from new.
But no matter what, little bear.
I will forever love you.
Listens intently, and silently.
With a whisper, and a smile.
I tell him my secrets and cry for awhile.
Always been such a good listener with me.
And when i'm done, he tells his to me...
His little overals and plaid red tie;
Poor torn ear and green markered eye...
A patch on his leg and a hole in his toe;
No needle or thread to docter or sew.
A busy day trails, after the slow night.
He sits back on my bedside, patient as he might.
Not like a dog to meet me at the door;
No, I think I like, his greeting more...
His silent smile, his welcoming gaze;
Holding him tightly in a warm kind of haze.
With open arms, that aren't really open..
With soothing words that have no sound.
On my bedside, he's been hopin',
I'll come home soon, with secrets refound...
Because with a grin, and with a sigh;
With a twinkle in my eye...
I tell him secrets, old and new.
Clutched to him like super glue.
One thing to say, little bear.
One thing to do, little bear.
You are torn, frayed, far from new.
But no matter what, little bear.
I will forever love you.