If someday I got stuck,
Some rivers to be crossed,
I'll always keep on swimming,
To waves I shan't be lost.

I hear the sin of my past clawing at my heart.
Every day that passes it inches closer and closer to its sustenance.
It whispers its malice while I cower in fear.
The days grow longer. The night's grow strong and I grow weaker.

I lay down yet again with another battle won.
My wounds are deep and reach far beneath the tissue others see.
The battles I've won are not an accomplishment.
The battles I've won are delaying my inevitable descent.

The final night is here and I feel our breathes are one and the same.
We do not battle it out as fabled in fiction.
The clawing has stopped and the sustenance run dry.
We are one and the same both monster and man.

We feel the light pierce our skin as an outstretched arm reaches to us.
The fear remains as we cower from its radiance.
The arm stretches out and calls our name.
No. The arm stretches out and calls my name.

We are... No I am... Or we...?
It calls for me not us yet still we... No I remain.
He grabs our hand and pulls me out.
Lips locked and all is forgetten as he whispers to me I love you...

I not we now know I am forever free

The wolf came upon us all
to devour the wicked and the weak
he would stare into your eyes
if he sensed you were good and true
he would walk away
leave you and yours
to live another day
So when the wolf came near
I chose to stand
next to you