I'm Just a Teddy Bear

I'm just a teddy bear
who only wishes for care;
I used to be there,
a sweetheart's arm's my lair;
she brought my self, my soul everywhere,
whose love could only run to nowhere,
who herself could only run to nowhere,
for red was spilled on her everywhere.

I'm just a teddy bear
who only wishes for care
by them who birthed she,
she who brought me everywhere;
I think her heart was way too lonely,
I think that's why she's attached to me,
but I'm sure it was a sad night for me;
I'm sure she knew they weren't happy.

I'm just a teddy bear
who only wishes for care
for my broken leg and arm
on the night they will to harm
right in front of her eyes!
I feel so ashamed of their wretched lies,
that Santa was there for me to rise;
that they always hoped we would bond ties;
alas, their jealousy wasn't too wise.

I'm just a teddy bear
who only wishes for care
by the animals on the street,
when I was dumped so discreet.
My music back then was her fragile heartbeat
no matter the distance, we were never discrete.
So silent that I wish it were a liar's feat;
salvaged by Him, who she finally could meet.

I'm just a teddy bear
who only wishes for care;
I'm glad I was made only by machines,
I think a dog ruptured my spleen.
Not that I felt any sort of pain,
not that I'd like to understand the pain,
but I'm just a teddy bear without a brain,
hopeless in emotions, is this a kind of pain?

I'm just a teddy bear
who only wishes for care.
It's great that I was gifted on a Christmas night
to a girl in darkness, who wishes for the light.
It's fate that I was gifted on a Christmas night
to hungry sinless beasts who only took a bite.
I know that the night marked an event too bright,
the birth of a Lord, who was pictured in white.
Fully human, fully divine, I hope I'm right,
because her mother and father only know slight.

I'm just a teddy bear,

who just no longer cares.

I felt a nip on my very woven head,

I was pulled back, my body up ahead.

If it were a starving man, I were the bread,

if I were a tiny bit man, I would be dead.

I'm just a teddy bear,
that man does not care.
I think if a man were to say goodbye,

he would be seeing The Lord through his eye. 

I'm just a teddy bear,

who only wants her care. 

Given a single wish, I would choose to feel pain;

so at least I could die, washed away by the rain.

She told them Jesus' story, over and over again;

they'd finally given up, they treated her with disdain. 

If Jesus were true, I wish I were slain,

and maybe in the clouds, I'll be cared for again.