My paw sinks into the cold white snow,
the sun blinding me this early morn'.
The air smells of pine and life,
but all I feel is the lonely cold.
Chased away from my own pack,
I lay in wait for a new chance.
One mistake and I got my friend killed,
so I was shunned then I was banished.
Will I ever find a way back
to the traditions of the wolf pack?
Will I ever wake with a friend next to me,
waiting there to protect me?
Will I ever hunt in a pack?
Will I ever snatch a snack
and offer it to a mate?
Will I ever see my parents again,
with my younger sister happily bounding my way?
I guess this is what I deserve
for a mistake that killed a friend.
This is my good bye to life as a proud wolf in a pack.
My paw sinks into the cold white snow,
the sun blinding me this early morn'.
The air smells of pine and life,
but all I feel is this lonely cold.
