• Over the years I have thought myself a wolf,
    strong and independent.
    Now I look in the mirror and see the truth,
    I'm not a wolf, I'm a song sparrow.
    I'm lighthearted and cheerful,
    singing my happy song throughout the day,
    with all my friends around.
    But then night falls and things change.
    They return to their warm, comforting nests
    with people they love, and their love,
    and I stay...empty and alone.
    The sun is gone away as i silently
    let tears fall.
    What happens when a bird of song has nothing to sing of?
    When the cold night consumes me
    ounce by ounce
    by ounce
    as I think of the one I love leaving me behind?
    I drift off in despair eventually falling to sleep and
    as again the sun arises,
    I wake and sing only hoping that today I might sing
    my song hearty enough for him
    to hear and notice.
    No, I am not a wolf.
    I am not
    strong and independent.
    I'm
    weak and loving, and consumed by my own hopes and fears.
    I am a song sparrow thats fallen from its tree,
    but still hopes that somehow this despair and loneliness
    will all just be a dream that I'll awake from
    to find him sitting next to me.