he sits in the room al aone once again
the pain in his heart
as he laments his sins
" oh what have done?"
he cries to the heavens
"what have i done ?"
he calls and calls again
his tears fall down thick and fat
for the memories
he left behind
the pain in his soul where once he was fine
he cires for the pain
he cries all alone
HE raies his hands and touchs his wings
whtas left of the time he
was givein to fly
long they've been cut
long theyve been broken
Such pain do they cause he wonders if
these are his damnation
he once was a wolf so wild and free
lost in the storm
of the things that have been
He runs in his mind along forest paths
till he finds a soft spot of grass
he lowers his muzle to find her scent
the scent fo his she
so far away
He raises his voice to howl to winds
to scream out his love
and cary to fen
where are you my she ? wheere have you gone
come to come to me
