Wolf in the Morning

If I could lift the darkness

And wipe tears from your weary eyes,

If I could ease your heartaches,

Holding your head in it's sighs

Yet who am I.. who am I..

Sometimes we need a friend

To shift our stony skies

In the dimly lit paths of lives

To ease our battlecries.

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Life's too short to shift through rubble

And burn in someone's fire of vanity,

Becoming just their property,

Seeking acceptence from shadows

That never seem to accept,

Ride the pressure of the breakdown

And weep tears of joy instead

But who am I? who am I?

You are free.

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