Seven Days

They call it seven days of grace,
locked behind bars in this cold, dark place.
Hoping for someone to take me away,
to a brand new home where I can stay.
Until then I must wait,
and try not to think of my possible fate.
I sit in the corner and quiver and quake,
and wish I could say "my life's not yours to take"
But the days fly by with incredible pace,
oh why do they call this seven days of grace?

(This refers to the seven days in which strays wait in the pound to be claimed before being put to sleep)


Follow this link to a FP presentation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-VeSh7bGfs