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They say that wolves never cry.
Is that a teardrop in your eye?
You see the birds flying high,
And wonder when you'll have to die.
Not long ago you ran wild,
With your mate, and your little child.
The hunter's gun brought them down,
Put their bodies upon the ground.
In the night I've heard your cry
For companions who had to die.
Cry out, Lobo, while you may,
For today might be your last day.
No more family, and no home.
There's no more space for you to roam.
How long will you be alive?
Will you be able to survive?
Yesterday is haunting him.
And tomorrow is growing dim.
Hunter has become the prey.
Can he live yet another day?
Sing out, Lobo. I'll cry too,
For those who soon will follow you ~
. Hawk, and Eagle, and the Bear,
. And even I will soon be there.
When the wild ones disappear,
Then we will know OUR end is near.
No more time to feel alive.
My brother, can the wolf, survive?
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 1991
The midi you are listening to is......"Dances With Wolves"
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
 
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