"Free "
Running through woods
In the heart of the night.
With the pack, I call my family.
My joints, begin to pop
My knees, begin to crunch
My arms begin to lengthen
My muscles begin to bulge.
As the darkness of the night
Begins to grow darker
And the moon shines brighter
The change becomes stronger.
The feeling I enjoy
That is running freely
Leaving the world and love ones behind
In the moment of being in my werewolf skin.
As the night turns to day
As I return to my human s kin
I allow my fear to run through my head
That one day
My nightly skin would be able to be revealed in "meat peoples" world!