Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed
All nicely tucked up in my warm new bed
I'd like to open my baggage, lest I forget
There is so much to carry, so much to regret
Hmm ... yes there it is, right on top
Let's unpack loneliness, heartache and loss
And there by my leash hides fear and shame
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave
I still have to unpack my baggage called pain
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me
Will you add to my baggage?  Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things and take me right back?
Do you have time to help me unpack?

To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see
But I do come with baggage - will you still want me?

From "The Shelter Dog" by Evelyn Horbath

(Background Music - Beautiful In My Eyes)