Second form of your first soul
A desperate prayer for a second chance
The hopeful urge of another soul
One that can take the will of your life
and change it to the wings of a bird
Dreams of the world slowing as you run
wind chapping your lips
Shapelessly soaring through the dark
Spirit of the wolf your heart carries
The haunting melody of freedom in it's howl
travels far from home.
Enjoy ^_~ - by uni200192
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