Wolf

In the cold breeze.

That I walk alone,

The memories ... the generation burnt within me.

There , forever...

Since I cried the pain and sorrow.

I live and die.

Proud of my people gaining.

I'm here standing on the edge.

And staring up at where the moon should be.

Stray! 

No regret because I have got nothing to loose.

Ever stray!

So, I'm going to live my life as I choose.

Until I fall...

Stray!

The End

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