Lone wolf never
cries he howls to the wind
lonely soul echoes in the crisp moon light
running
with the pack surely to draw blood
hunting alone is hunting twilight
battle
scars and left for dead wounds licked
by the cover of snow comes the miracle of
healing
danger is hardly a friend to the fearless warrior
but it makes little
sense to fight falling rock
where will
he go when the howling stops
when he has no lover does he reach a higher star
is the wind his new companion does he say good bye
does he lay down and die from what I know that
the lone wolf is a drifter it's sad I know
but not for
the prairie the cycle of life calls out to heaven
so I tell you my friend Lone
wolf never cries
he howls to the wind like the soul echoes in the night
he
howls to the wind while it drifts till he dies
lone wolf never cries he howls
to the wind
lonely soul echoes in the crisp moon light
running with the pack
surely to draw blood
hunting alone is hunting for twilight battle scars
and
left for dead wounded licked by the cover of snow
comes the miracle of healing
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