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Howl of the Lone Wolf
by Lyle Berry (Age: 61)
copyright 07-04-2001


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  Howl of the Lone Wolf
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I never chose a life full of fear,
but the life of a wolf chose me.
I always wanted my litter-mates near,
but God never heard my plea.
He made me different right from the first,
and I withdrew into my shell.
A dichotomous fear of life and the hearse,
unsuited for Heaven or Hell

A gypsy child on a World caravan,
I wandered in search of my Dream.
I played guitar and sang in some bands,
but I couldn’t hold onto to that scene.
Whenever I’d made a handful of friends,
it was time to move on one more time.
The Call of the Wild would prevail again
and I’d have to head down that line.

I just couldn’t keep the same wife for life,
not like my sweet Daddy Dearest.
I ran for my life like a thief in the night,
pretending I couldn’t care less.
With my soul on my sleeve I’d endure till I’d bleed,
then try harder to go on.
Like each love was my last, I held on fast,
to each One and Only One.

These long lonely nights, kinda give me the frights,
I’m afraid that I’ll die counting sheep.
With nobody there to give me a care,
wink out like a light in my sleep.
I know it’s too much, rather morbid and such
but I’d like to go holding you close.
But that too’s a dream, an impossible scheme -
I must die alone – a Lone Wolf.


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