• As i lay under the willow
    worndering

    Gazing upon the star
    in the dead of night
    singing

    A tone that only a wolf knows
    howling for its pack
    Crying

    it's pain and sorrw
    alonging the touch of its mate
    kiss

    the moon shine as the wolf hair glows
    A white color of the snow as come

    As i lay under the willow
    wornding

    where i belong