THE LONELY WOLVES' SERENADE AT MIDNIGHT

Deep in the shadows, hidden by darkness
The call of the wild escape.
A moonlit forest filled with a species
Each with his or her mate

The sounds they make echo throughout
With no one around to hear
Together they run for miles on end
Running from humans they fear

Standing in moonlight, heads held high
Consumed with pride and might
Now they stop and lie down to rest
Until the morning light

The night has been long, and the serenade sweet
But now it's time to dream
Tomorrow they'll go out and do it again
Wolves, untamed and free