chris urbaez

(the dark abbys)

the wolf

you walk alone
sleep alone
cry alone
die alone
you are the wolf that walks alone
you have no friends none of your kind
will there ever be a friend for you to find
you walk in sadness and despair
no one to love you anywhere
the world is cruel
the world is mean
you walk alone
always unseen
this is your prayer
a mournfull song
you have never had anywhere to belong
this is your howl
your sad sad cry
crying beneath the open sky
does anyone hear you
are you truely alone
does anyone care about you
and your bitter moan?
others walk for you not to find
they dont care, they have peace of mind
you walk alone on a desolate plain
will you ever have a home again?
will anyone cry, weep, wail, or moan
at the death of the wolf that walks alone?

Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

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