• A dark night,
    filled with fright
    voices of the dead rise to my ears
    their shrieks of pain and sorrow brings me to tears
    Up above the full moon rises
    bring up the animal inside me
    I do my best to stay my hand
    but each full moon i feel the civilize leave my clan
    I long for days of old where man and nature were hand in hand.
    where honor and family was the law of the land
    this tool of wires and tubes i use to type i'll miss but somehow
    deep down i wont for i'll have the howl
    The howl of my brothers speaking tales of new and old.
    the laughter of new generations reconnecting to their roots
    but sadly this is far from the truth
    each new generation sinks further and further into the proof
    proof that each new life gets distance from the past,
    never knowing the troubles we all had.
    only concerned with the newest toy
    but never seeing the deeper rot
    it brings tears to my eyes young as they may be
    to know that the stories of morals the stories of humility will soon be lost and forgotten
    maybe those who hear these words will listen closely and see the pain and suffering.
    maybe than we can all end this facade of white lies and distrust.
    maybe than little by little we'll be whole once more and at peace with nature
    the human nature.