Teddy Bear

I know I'm labeled crazy, when my friends here me talking to, a raggedy, old stuffed bear. Let them call me crazy, at least I know he's always there. He's always glad to see me, can't you see the smile apon his face? He'll talk with me until the dawn. Until all my loneliness is gone. He'll let me hold him tight, through out the whole night, and never feel tied or choked, the way people, sometimes do. He'll let the child come out in me, and respect the woman too. He'll never raise a hand to me, or say unkind words. Lie or cheat, or run around and play games on me. He won't break my heart in two. The way some men do. Then when I can't explain the tears that fill my eyes, I know his arms will be open wide. I know he won't say goodbye. My, Teddy bear.