The Empty
Mother in a distant, as I run through
Hazardous but yet remarkable journey I share with the you as my crew
Through the extensive terrain we run, winds make way, for us wolves who have wondered
astray
The sun as my father, the moon as mother, they promise their consistency
Therefore we rest unwary on the rocks which the comfort us in abundance’
Parent’s tangible but yet so intangible I cry inside my frame
Do I exist? Am I loved? Who and where am I? --------Such a shame.
Loneliness feels my appetite in the tears quench my thirst
I entertain myself tonight choosing which I shall satisfy first
Yet As a wolf I just run through the tears. We run through. Yes we run
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