It seems as though everyone has their packs,
The people that they hang out with,
The people who are just like them.
Why do I sit here alone with just myself,
Noone to hang out with,
Noone to be just like me.
There is always that one wolf on the Discovery Channel,
Who gets seperated from it's pack,
Lost in a journey maybe trying to find it's self.
Maybe I belong on a journey,
Like the lone wolf,
Maybe I don't need everyone to be like me.
I'll walk alone on this long journey,
Trying to find myself,
And who I find in my soul,
Will be different than everyone else.
Now I realize the truth about the lone wolf,
We are all different but only some of us know,
The truth is that we are all created different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem