The moonlight magic is working its ways
All my perspectives work through a haze
Don't know who I am and not sure what's right
My pack is behind me, I'm not alone in this fight
While I look for guidance and see none before me
I realize then that I'm writing the story
At times I would wish to only be the reader
Then I accept my role as the leader
Whenever I feel lost, I howl it in a song
My ignorance runs dry, the bliss doesn't last long
Often I am sought out, to provide a guiding wind
I ease them away to sail, hoping that their hearts mend
Though I may seem alone, I have all my support
I find all my comfort, when my followers have a fort
So I leave you with this message, and I hope you understand
I've been there myself, and will lend a helping hand