Misha The Deaf Bear

Misha the deaf bear, with eyes that wander, but never move

This dumb cub swam across the sea, because he had something to prove

He ran over the mountain, to say good morning to his sun

He worked his paws, to earn this thanks, but he never received one

His ears were full of thoughts; his eyes were filled with sounds

He always cleaned the mess they left, when no one was around

He carved his name into his friends, wherever he would go

Upon their chest, they hid his name; no one could ever know

He wandered to the sand city, and he met another bear

A unicycle Kiril would ride, and a fanny pack he’d wear

“Accept the love you’re given, and forgive the ones that don’t”

Offering his legs, he kicked a mine, because he knew they won’t

Give up their family �" so he gave up climbing his own tree

A dying man, told him one day, to be the best bear he could be

His body aged, his hair gave way, and he claimed “okay” again

He never answered when the man would call, forgive him for this sin

His home, with windows filled with smoke, he couldn't see inside

The father living in that house, he’d drunk too much and died

So Misha casts a shadow now, which pulls him under doors

When he awakes, he has no dreams, because his memory’s poor

He made a friend, who talked too much, but he would call her deer

At night his memory gave him up, whenever she was near

The busy road she crossed each day, was everything he’d feared

Deer walked too slowly ‘cross the street, that night she disappeared

Now the deaf bear sits, with eyes that wander, but never move

He lost his legs, he cannot run; he’s nothing left to prove.