The White Wolf

June 23, 2010
The white wolf is not bound by rules of the pack
She does not follow when the others attack
Always walking a different trail
Her soul seems shattered and oh so frail
Along with the others she sings to the moon
But hers is always a different tune
Filled with sorrow, pain, and grief
A heartfelt prayer seeking relief
Looking for that which she lacks
Never on to follow in anothers tracks
She will keep searching, she will not fail
A ghost in the night, so pale

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