I tire of sheepish; admire the wolf
I don't care if it's lonely
I must become so wholly wolvish, naturally free
Wolvish, eerily calm in lunacy
The feelings I get when I witness injustice
Feel the same as when viewing a mountain range
And when questioning how man forms mal-intent
I wonder "Might refuge exist for estranged?"
I tire of sheepish; admire the wolf
I don't care if it's lonely
I must become so wholly wolvish, naturally free
Wolvish, eerily calm in lunacy
I must go
Off alone in wild
Where I just might escape my restraints
But what of the other?
Could I endure the cold thought of
Never seeing her 'gain?
Though there is madness here
She is least one shining brilliance
To challenge the splendour of that glorious mountain range
A care so tender it gets me rethinking
My hopeless appraisals of our society
Oh, could I endure a life lived without her, in the wild?
(Oh, could you be wolvish?
Oh, could you become wholly the wolvish?)
Would it be selfish
Or best for us all
If I become so
Wholly the wolvish one?