A wolf runs lonely through the day
And yet is very careful
Not to deviate from his own,
Of whom they are his own kind.
So he walks vigilantly through the world,
Until a quiet sound stops him!
The sound is more of a call from the owls
No! Soft howling in the distance.
Now he listens briefly to the soft sound
And feels a strong urge inside!
He throws his head high in the air
And suddenly as if from a deep chasm,
The call of the wild comes
From the bottom of my throat, clear and free!
And again, it's not the owls!
No! It's his own howl!
The wind carries away the answer
To that place.
