There is little so sad in a world of sin
Than a little lost dog with its tail tucked in
Lost and alone he wanders alone
His search for a friend to him unknown
Or of a place or a thing or even a none
That might give a feeling of what we call home
On he goes in his gate with this feeling shown
In search for something to him unknown
Sad truth that I see seems a lot like mine
The hope that I have is for his friend that he finds
Is as good as heaven’s where I found mine