I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song.
So from the cliffs and highest hill,
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong.
And now my fur has turned to skin
And I’ve been quickly ushered in
To a world that I confess I do not know.
I still dream of running careless through the snow
And through the howling winds that blow,
Across the ancient distant flow,
It fill our bodies up like water till we know.
Feed the good wolf.