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Tiny paws, a broken bowl,
He kneels down to make it whole.
The world sees stone, not him,
But love lives under that skin.
Tough on the curb, a chilly stare,
He walks the street without a care.
He won’t crack a smile all day,
But hums sweet tunes on his way.
Back at home he braids her hair,
Puts a teddy in her chair.
Tells a joke with clumsy hands,
Builds a castle in the sand.
Tiny paws, a broken bowl,
He kneels down to make it whole.
Cuts through his armor, slow,
His gentleness starts to show.
Tiny paws, a broken bowl,
He kneels down to make it whole.
The world sees stone, not him,
But love lives under that skin.
Back at home he braids her hair,
Puts a teddy in her chair.
Tells a joke with clumsy hands,
Builds a castle in the sand.
Tiny paws, a broken bowl,
He kneels down to make it whole.
Cuts through his armor, slow,
His gentleness starts to show.
Tiny paws, a broken bowl,
He kneels down to make it whole.
The world sees stone, not him,
But love lives under that skin.
