They pass me by with wary eyes, as if my love wears a disguise. But oh, my heart—it's soft and wide, with room enough for all inside. I wag...

They pass me by with wary eyes, as if my love wears a disguise. But oh, my heart—it's soft and wide, with room enough for all inside. I wagged my tail, I tried to play, but kindness often looked away. I dreamed of hands that wouldn't shake, of gentle words, not hearts that break. A chain once bound ...