Shadow
Wolves are as fast as lightning.
As silent as mice.
Never seen, never heard, only feared.
You never hear …crack, snap, crack…in the
woods when they run.
You hate and kill.
Wolves feel fear like us and run.
For some they are ghosts, who are there and who aren’t.
For others the devil, living in the shadow.
People shout they are coming, coming to kill
coming for blood.
They kill to live, we kill to kill are fears.
The shadows in the woods howl that humans
are coming to kill them.
If their beauty was seen, their pride told.
If all the fear could stop.
Then we all could see the truth, and see the shadows in the woods.
Wolves are as fast as lightning.
As silent as mice.
Never seen, never heard, only feared.
You never hear …crack, snap, crack…in the
woods when they run.
You hate and kill.
Wolves feel fear like us and run.
For some they are ghosts, who are there and who aren’t.
For others the devil, living in the shadow.
People shout they are coming, coming to kill
coming for blood.
They kill to live, we kill to kill are fears.
The shadows in the woods howl that humans
are coming to kill them.
If their beauty was seen, their pride told.
If all the fear could stop.
Then we all could see the truth, and see the shadows in the woods.
