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
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