[Verse]
In the shadow of the old barn wall,
A mother Rottweiler gave her all.
No Pups came crying into the night,
But her heart gave out before the light.
Alexander, her firstborn son,
Stood frozen while the others run.
He dreamed of guarding them, strong and tall,
The big brother who’d never fall.
[Chorus]
Oh, Alexander, black and tan,
Grief came fast like a broken dam.
Blinded by tears he couldn’t see,
He ran from love, from memory.
Mama’s last breath still in his ears,
Labor’s pain, the weight of years.
He fled the warmth, the scent, the cries,
Chasing ghosts beneath gray skies.
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Days bled into hungry nights,
Paws worn raw on endless flights.
Rivers mocked him, wind laughed cold,
No pack, no home, no hand to hold.
Strength leaked out like autumn rain,
Hope withered in the chest of pain.
On Divine Mountain’s lonely crest,
He found one tree and laid to rest.
[Bridge]
Under branches bare and thin,
He closed his eyes, let death begin.
No fight left in his heavy frame,
Just whispers calling Mama’s name.
“I tried,” he thought, “to be the shield,
But fate’s too sharp, too cold, too real.”
He welcomed dark, the final sleep,
No more to mourn, no more to weep.
[Verse]
Then hoofbeats broke the silence wide,
Jake the horse and Mitchel beside.
A rider saw the crumpled form,
A shadow dying in the storm.
Gentle hands and quiet voice,
Lifted life that had no choice.
Through fevered nights and careful days,
He brought the spark back to the blaze.
[Chorus]
Now Alexander walks the yard,
At Pantak’s kennel, life’s not hard.
Mitchel’s kindness, steady, true,
A debt he feels but never knew.
Yet every dusk when shadows fall,
He hears her howl, her final call.
The puppies’ faces haunt his sleep,
The big brother who couldn’t keep.
[Ending Chorus]
Oh Alexander, safe in the yard,
Pantak’s fences, Mitchel’s guard.
Kind hands mended what broke apart,
Yet her ghost still lives in your heart.
The little ones you’ll never know,
Faces fade but the ache will grow.
Big brother dreams that never came,
Echo soft in the evening rain.
Oh Alexander… oh Alexander…
Some love stays lost, though you remain.
He bows his head beneath the stars,
Respects the man who healed the scars.
But some griefs root too deep to mend,
They walk beside you to the end.
Alexander, brave and torn,
A mother’s love forever worn.
On Divine Mountain’s ridge he lay,
And part of him still stays.