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