The Problems I Face -ON HOLD-

We Are The Wolves

A howl of heartbreak,

Rings through the air,

Another life lost,

Now, how is that fair?

My brethren sing,

As a family, a Pack,

And I sing to them,

And they answer back,

They tell me the stories,

Of a war that did rage,

Of hunters that put them,

In chains and in cage,

Their warriors fought,

With slashing, sharp claws,

How they snapped bones,

With powerful jaws,

They say we are monsters,

They say we are 'things',

But in reality,

We are Queens and are Kings,

Our fur it can differ,

From black to gold,

Our ages can differ,

From young and to old,

Our voices they sing,

To all powerful Night,

And we bathe in the streaming,

Of the Moon's light,

We are the Wolves,

A magical breed,

Once we were prisoners,

Now we are freed.

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