Stuck

Four paws on the golden field

Chasing the wind till the shadows yield

Suddenly limping, a sudden pause

Tiny brown stickers tucked in your paws

(oh no,

hold on buddy)

Oh,

let me pull the sandburs free

Lean your heavy head on me

Every little thorn that makes you cry

I'll brush them away,

under the wide blue sky

We sit by the trail on the dusty ground You trust me

completely, making no sound

One by one, throwing the burrs to the side

Tail starts to wag,

no more pain left to hide

Oh, let me pull the sandburs free

Lean your heavy head on me

Every little thorn that makes you cry

I'll brush them away,

under the wide blue sky

(under the blue sky)

Off you run again,

free and fast (go get 'em!)