15 years of being alone
\nAnd then finding this place
\nDesolate and in ruins
\nIt\u2019s really hard to face
\nReality a place to hide
\nWhere no one can find me
\nCover from the flying dust
\nThat often comes to be<\/p>\n
A place to lay exhausted
\nBy exertion of each hunt
\nTo dream a while
\nMile after mile
\nIt so feels like a stunt
\nTo administer my mothering role
\nTo cubs that need my care
\nSearching and wanting soon to find
\nA brand new special lair<\/p>\n
Despairing of the little ones
\nI mean it blows my mind
\nThere is no prey around these ruins
\nOut yonder I must find
\nFood to fill their gasping guts
\nTheir aching souls to sway
\nThis is what they demand of me
\nEvery single day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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