We walk alone, to the night we cry,
Lifting our faces to God on high,
Why were we born if not to love?
We ask You God in heaven above,
Why must we flit in shadows dark,
The scent we leave our only mark,
The feral cat, unwelcome here,
Living out our lives in fear.
There is much that we could give,
If people would only let us live,
Within their midst, by their side,
If we did not have to hide.
A home! is not too much to ask,
A place of light instead of dark,
A warm bed, water and food,
And a pat if they're in the mood.
Please God on high, hear my plea,
Give me a home where I can be,
Precious to someone who loves me.
Make them understand and see,
That all the cats you put on this earth,
Have something to offer of great worth,
A heart filled with love, yes love
That You send down from heaven above.
by Oscar (the Persian) Tolson
on behalf of the Feral!
Copyright © Grace Tolson
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