• heavy, hurting i feel inside
    deeply wounded i don't know why.
    like a wolf i am alone,
    but looking for a pack to call my own.
    looking for love and lost lost souls to collect,
    i take what i can in my mothers den.
    they wander far and always come back,
    but in that time i howl for my pack.
    i cry, hurt, and do stupid things.
    without them im lost like many things.
    i grew up with hate and i should be use to sorrow,
    some times i always wonder if ill wake tommorow.
    when they return i wag my tail,
    take pride in all kinds of family and care for them well.