There is a lone bird
Flying in the storm
Words that were said
And the 'now' do not conform
There is a lone wolf
Wailing to the moon
Eyes stare through the roof
The skies fell on him too soon
There is a lone bird
Looking for a haven
One day her song will be heard
A stranger will fill all her craving
You are the lone wolf
A story only a few know
A figment of flaking memory
Almost buried in snow
There is a lone wolf
- A silhouette streaking in the dark
Home is somewhere afar off
But one day it will return to lead its pack.
Albert Kingsley
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