I know, little one, your fear is real
You’ve heard the screams and you’ve seen the pain
The cuts are deep, no time to heal
For the wolves are hot on your scent again.
Lady with child, babe to your breast
You’ve lost your love and you’ve missed the train
You find the shade but no time to rest
For the wolves are hot on your scent again.
Your tears have dried on the face of your bride
In her shallow grave on a grassy plain
Have to save that kiss for the other side
For the wolves are hot on your scent again.
Too old to run, too weak to walk
Everything they burned lives on in your brain
You can tell your tales, but you’ll break the clock
For the wolves are hot on your scent again.
Get drunk, my dear, on this patience sweet
Time is dead; it’s time for the truth to play
Let the dew on the meadow wash your feet
As the angels hunt and the wolves are prey.
Featured image courtesy BBC >> http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-41585864
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