Lost In The World Poem by Kinso Wolf

When a wolf walks through the black of night
He can not use his sight
He will use his heart to find his way
Until approaches the light of day.

Even when all seems lost
And life will be the greatest cost
He'll never sob or worry,
Though he's walking through hells fury.

He is alone though has a pack,
He will walk ahead, never look back
Though his life may end so soon,
He will always howl to the moon.

He may rest, close his eyes,
Knowing that his soul will rise.
Others will make amends,
While he runs free again.