• It hunts all alone
    The pack all left behind
    The lone wolf continues to prowl the night
    It doesn’t need help

    It feels better alone
    Its heart torn away from love and family
    The only thing going through its mind as it prowls is
    “I’m all alone”
    And to it that’s how it should be

    It’s been hurt one to many times
    Degraded, disrespected, lied, used, and abused
    By the very pack that left it behind

    As the snow begins to fall
    Its prey is lost in the in the flurry
    Now it thinks to itself
    "Have I finally been left to die?"