You feared the world by harsh hands that disempowered you,
You were badly treated as they tried to break your spirit,
Trapped in a state of misery and bound to a journey of sorrow,
Your heart cried out in pain, “Save me”.
You stood tall, you beautiful loving white mule,
You were made to carry a cart burdened with greed and anger,
You absorbed and endured the pain in order to survive,
But your fragility and judgement was clouded with emotions.
Abandoned by the people who had you, as darkness crept inside your heart,
Then a gentle voice beckoned you to come forth,
Leave down your chains of struggle and walk free with me,
You are not alone anymore Pablo, you will never feel alone.
Gentle hands saved you and wrapped you in a blanket of compassion,
And as the days unfolded you were cared for and loved,
You were gently and patiently nurtured,
And time enabled you to trust humans again.