Wolf Song
The sound of the wolfsong whisteled through the trees
and the leaves rustled that were trampled at my feet
in the distance, it was still with the silence of the pack
the moon was rising, stars scattered in the sky of black
A howling races through the air to catch another's ear
and oh, such a mournful sound as if it's laced with tears
I listen and I wait, I hear the cries throughout the night
learn the song of the wolves and their neverending fight
Trapped in the valleys and there's no more running free
what once was theirs to conquer as it was meant to be
is ruled by man, setting boundaries that make such slaves
that ache for a freedom that the thieves can take away
They suffer and they wander, endangered with their plight
and try hard to keep their youngblood, safely out of sight
risky, the pack travels together like snowflakes in a storm
each song dying behind a man, before their crying newborn
© Moon Rising