Without the chain around your neck
No-one knows of the love that you've known
How can I forget, I see your pictures every day
Reduced to simple features like you've accepted your fate
What if they loved you the best
And wrote it in cursive so you don't forget?
Wandered so far that you don't know
How you're ever getting back
Until the call up I'm not losing hope
Do you even have to ask?
And now that your shackles did break
Will you chase me through empty dreamscapes?
Though you're getting further, I see your pictures every day
Nothing really changes just more washed out and grey
What if they loved you the best
And wrote it in cursive so you can't forget?
Wandered so far that you don't know
How you're ever getting back
Well call me naive but I'm not losing hope
This one's for all of Portland's missing cats
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