Lone is the wolf.

And lone is the man.

Each of whom

Weren't meant to be.

The wolf with his cry

To shatter the moon.

And man with his wine

To bury the pain.

They can both stand alone,

But to whom can they cry

When the wolf and the man

Are both so detached?

Lone is the wolf,

And lone is the man,

Each of whom

Has lost his pack.