Call of the Wild
As the wolf prowls in the night
he stops to bask at the moon,
with a call of the wild he lets
out a great howl. He’s the alpha
of the pack fierce yet ever
watchful he has you're back.
To be wild and be free its the
difference you see, between
man and beast or at least
you would think. We have
our humanity we're civilised
yet cast our lies and hurt
each other, back stab our
own brother. In truth the
human race is a grand scale
disgrace. I'd much rather be
wild place my trust in the
wolf pack.
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