I am the buck that stands alone
Guiding my herd from winter’s hollow groan
The ravenous wolves stop my path
Their fangs are seething with rage, I feel their wrath
They have claws and numbers
And all I have is my will to keep me from going under
It is a pack of beasts going against me
My antlers are my crown refusing to accept defeat
Old wounds lace my hide like threads —
Proof I’ve faced worse and never played dead.
My hooves are steady, heart beat loud,
I will not kneel, I will not bow.
My herd has left me behind
It’s hard to keep my determination in line
I soon start to find that maybe the feeling of teeth
Will feel kinder than winter’s pain and grief
They circle me as a lone deer - it’s not fair
but Mother Nature never said she had justice to share
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC
I am the buck that stands alone
Guiding my herd from winter’s hollow groan
The ravenous wolves stop my path
Their fangs are seething with rage, I feel their wrath
They have claws and numbers
And all I have is my will to keep me from going under
It is a pack of beasts going against me
My antlers are my crown refusing to accept defeat
Old wounds lace my hide like threads —
Proof I’ve faced worse and never played dead.
My hooves are steady, heart beat loud,
I will not kneel, I will not bow.
My herd has left me behind
It’s hard to keep my determination in line
I soon start to find that maybe the feeling of teeth
Will feel kinder than winter’s pain and grief
They circle me as a lone deer - it’s not fair
but Mother Nature never said she had justice to share