The Danger of Sam
Beads of blood define my plight
No scars to see just yet
How much more do I need to fight?
I wish I could show you this sight
The fine lines of red that have just begun to set
Beads of blood define my plight
All I wish is that he might
Stop soon, but my wishing is only a threat
How much more do I need to fight?
I scream and I kick as he shows me his bite
Trying to make sure I’ll never forget
The beads of blood that define my plight
How is he to know which is wrong and which is right?
Will he ever feel regret?
How much more do I need to fight?
Poor little raccoon, with your collar so tight
Why do I have you as a pet?
Beads of blood define my plight
How much more do I need to fight?
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