He weeps tears
in secret & nobody knows,
Looking over his
shoulder wherever he goes,
He never trips
over the same stone twice,
Erring only once
& in his once, he sufficed,
He is the lone
wolf.
He traipses, he
ambles & he trips all alone,
In grey shadows
& mists, he howls & moans,
Belonging not to
the future & not of the past,
Knowing, as he
goes, that he´s one of the last,
He is the lone
wolf.
He hunkers &
is hounded, wherever he´s bound,
Yet wherever
people seek, he is never yet found,
He is the secret
in whispers & prayers in lost song,
Whoever he is,
he knows he can never be wrong,
He is the lone
wolf.
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