The wild earthlings need us so ( this is their final hour we must make that difference)

Tears are all I have left
in my arsenal where woe, and
Wolves have got a bad press
as many of you know
ranchers have the money
they’ve slaughtered herds
of cows
wolves are the apex predators
they while away their hours
not murdering for money
just to feed the pack
this is mother nature’s way
for them there’s no way
back

born where they roam
wild sons and daughters they
how their hearts are heavy
for their nights the new day
forget the eerie stories
remember the first one’s
wolves and the first people
they didn’t fire their guns
they didn’t want to murder
each other
respect, was there
wolf haters are the traitors
they lack love, all can share

for wolves because these wild souls
don’t need this hatred, now
these vile contraptions left
around their territory
and how
awful can we get to put
steel jaws now everywhere
we show them our true colours
when we are unaware

Give them respect
the Sioux
the Cherokee
all valiant souls
they love the wolf they respect them
and show us we are poles
apart,and to these hunters and ranches
let me say
the wild places that we still have left
its where the wild one’s stay

they must never see destruction
the common good is there
the wild courageous earthlings
must never know despair
but sadly its upon them
its spreading through the land
the fire that destroys everything
has been lit, by our own hand