I'm on a journey all alone
but I don't know where I'm headed.
The road is bumpy: full of stone
and I'm scared! There, I said it.
I belong in the mountain high
with all my friends: the sand and stones.
Under the starry skies,
and the burning sun at noon.
The wind blowing around me,
and me howling at the moon.
That's the way I've been living
from the day I was born.
A STONE WOLF, pretty deceiving
from this cave I was torn.
Then came my heroin along the way
a traveling wave from a far sea.
She helped chase all my fears away
and brought up the best in me.
Now I must leave my home
on a quest to find my soul.
I'm like Hercules from Ancient Rome
no given course but a set goal.
Without my wave I'm all scared.
I need her refreshing and comforting splash.
Flashes in my mind of all we shared
and how she always put out my fire to ash.
" I don't know how my story will end!"
"It'll turn out fine." she told me,
"You may sometimes fall, but you'll never bend
'cause you're a strong stone wolf, you'll see.
When you finally get there
tell me the happily ever after of your story,
"cause I'm certain no matter where
you'll always get your glory"
My heart belongs to the mountain high
with all my friends: the sand and stones.
I'll remember them once upon a strarry sky
and as long as the sun burns at noon.
Wherever I go, I'll stay the same
and I'll always howl at the moon
"
