I lie with my thoughts on these darkest nights
Asking the stars what it is like to shine
For this lackluster glow is my one plight
Being seen to the common-folk as swine
My manners are not described as the best
But when you’re raised by wolves how do you know
How to bring your social class to the crest
When you’re on the run from a hunter’s bow
The rules are simple or so it would seem
You stay in your castle and I in wood
I’ll watch at your window, for that faint gleam
The moonlight always made you look so divine.
I will run back to my family and tribe
Don’t worry, by the rules I best abide.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
I lie with my thoughts on these darkest nights
Asking the stars what it is like to shine
For this lackluster glow is my one plight
Being seen to the common-folk as swine
My manners are not described as the best
But when you’re raised by wolves how do you know
How to bring your social class to the crest
When you’re on the run from a hunter’s bow
The rules are simple or so it would seem
You stay in your castle and I in wood
I’ll watch at your window, for that faint gleam
The moonlight always made you look so divine.
I will run back to my family and tribe
Don’t worry, by the rules I best abide.