• Wolves padding through the timberforest.
    Trumpets heard from afar. Little children
    basking in chlorine, eyes burning,
    cringing for more glory.The only
    thing stopping me from you, is the diamonds...
    Shining diamonds, your value
    is too great. I see the wolves,
    across the river, waiting for something big,
    seeing only twigs in the sky.
    Why do you sing?
    Why did you learn to dance?