The gentle wind brushes against him as he lies in a river of roses
reclining on the mountain is where this wolf's home is
The lone traveler is not without his & pack, for the *roses accompany him
along with the thorns in his back

The warm embrace of the sunset brings peace to his heart
Waiting for another day before the wolf plans his start
Dusk turns to dawn and dawn turns to day
Blanketed in the thorns of the roses
is where the wolf has chose to stay

Swiftly traveling through the forest
The lone wolf knows no home
In a forest filled with competition
It's almost impossible to survive alone

Shadows cast over the night
Howls sweep the air
Nothing remains for the wolf
Not a bone left to spare

This lone wolf knows no brother, for
The forest is his father and
Moon is his mother

This wolf will find his way
One way or another

The city is on my mind.
It's such a wondrous place filled with whatever I can imagine.
So many colors and emotions I can dream of anything and it’s bound to happen.
My city was in perfect balance until you left me alone in central park
It was cold and I waited but then it began to grow dark.
I could no longer last so I ran past the lower east side.
Stumbling and slowly losing my balance I refuse to confide.
The darkness came and swallowed the city
as I lie there wallowing in self pity.
The fire succeeded in burning my niche
Everything is now ashes, except that bridge,
For its indestructible and will never burn down
It will always remain, until you come around.