A lone wolf stands beneath a tree,
And cries for something lost,
In the night, a pack hears his call,
Full of desparation and sorrow,
They answer him back,
And the lone wolf runs.
They meet in a clearing full of the moon,
And they prance and pounce in their playful way,
The stranger lays down to the leader, exposing his throat,
The leader bites softly,
The outsider leaps up and licks Leader's face,
Jumping for joy,
He is lost no more.
