I see my life as it passes by,
my life but not mine at all.
I live for everyone else to abide,
and dwell within my soul.
My pack, my loves who live with me,
are my life support.
My outer pack, who lives around me,
pull me apart it seems for sport.
The woods are my solitude,
the wind in the trees my air.
Moonlight strengthens me,
and gives me my repair.
I sing at night a silent prayer,
Great Spirit hear my call.
Lead us from the ways of ill,
and give us a greater home.
One away from those who harm,
a safe haven in a new land.
May they not follow me on my path,
but deal with their own sorrowful hand.
Whtwolf
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