Bear Let's Roar of Finding Her Cub

Bear let's roar of finding her cub My brain pockets readily packed Of finding my baby in the cracks Bear let's roar of finding her cub Through side roads, trees and shrubs My rambling thoughts keep me awake As I keep driving with the heartache My eyes see all the neon and lights Crying the sights of young girls of night Along the highway to the northern hub Bear let's roar of finding her cub More young girls loiter here and there And my heart a pounding in dis-pear At truck stops and motels I see them Dressed up barely, strutting their gems Guilt overwhelms, as I think of my baby Housed on who's streets without any safety My foot presses the pedal now to eighty It's full steam ahead to find my baby I sing along to the voices in my head And pray to god she doesn't turn up dead connie pachecho 12/29/16