Copyright Louis Brown

There is a past age
That no one can alter
And tomorrow will be
What tomorrow will be

But here in the middle
Is one precious moment
A quicksilver instant
That challenges me

To much of a wild card to be in a pack
I wonder through the woods
While the other wolves wants to attack
I bay at the moon during the day
While the others wait for the sun to go away
If you look at my paw prints you'd see a difference
My fur coat darker then most
A solo hunter
Can't be detected when I prowl
When threatened
You can hear the viciousness in my growl
Blood swarming in the air
From a mutt challenging the alpha
They don't see him fit to rule
Killing each other over a bone
So they fight hoping he can be dethroned
Stronger on my own
A lone wolf
Walking the dirt paths I choose
Not following behind someones own