The Wolf’s Cry
The wolf's cry rang out through the night,
My older brother warned me to sit tight.
For if moved bad things would happen,
For if I moved I would be captured.
This was but a tale my brother told me,
to keep me up all night without a wink of sleep.
As a child I could not see,
this horrid trick he was playing on me.
For as a child my imagination was wild,
never letting any possibility be exiled.
Now, I know that story was a heap of shit,
and I let those fears surrender and quit.
But, although I don't believe anymore,
It doesn't mean I can't still dream and explore.
Because now I can take my dreams,
and try to make them a reality...