“wolves”

Wolves are the wild ones
The boys in the pack
They don’t need GPS
They take all the flack
The cattle men hate them
Why because they
Were there and will be there
At the end of the day

They are wild
They have their in built
Knowledge and they
Fight for what they want
At the end of the day
Wild as the wind
Tossing all in their path
They are the earthlings
That give others wrath

Watch them
And hear them
The howl
The banshee
Around the tree tops
Thats where they be
Great drums for hearts
They can run
They can fly
Wolves are the wild ones
Up there in the sky

Wolves are my friends
The predators who
Can change what we see
And because what they do
They are the wild boys
They do their thing
In the forest at night
Its the wild boys that sing

That came through like a shrill in the night