Lone Wolf

Wolves always work in packs
Hunting, and watching each others backs
But this one is an outcast, one left behind
Perceived to be weak by his own kind

He watches from a distance
As his pack wonders away together
For his family's acceptance
There's no storm he wouldn't weather

As the night falls and the moon rises
His lonely howl echos in the wind
One eye constantly watching for surprises
Scaring of threats with an angry grin

Alone, angry and hurt, he moves onward
For his wounds he blames nobody but himself
And through it all he can only move forward
He is now and forever, the one true Lone Wolf

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