Wolves run through the forest,

Feeling wild and free.

How I envy that feeling,

Like nothing can hold me.

As the sun rises,

They awaken to the warmth of day.

Free of restrictions,

They chase down their prey.

The sun rises into the sky,

And so comes the time of noon.

The time for the wolves to sing,

Shall come again soon.

As the sun sets,

The full moon shall awaken.

And the wolves howl in mourning,

For the lives they have taken.

When sun again rises,

The wolves will come out.

How I wish I could join them,

And simply roam about.