A lone wolf walks amongst the highest peak.

See's the life of a bright beautiful moon.

The wolf stares in awe and howls, till the lungs feel weak

But notices the moon doesn't move.

 

He howls louder yet theres no change.

So he tries to climb higher so he can see.

He howls once more.

Mesmerised by a beauty that's so free.

 

The next night comes, in awe he howls again.

This time he finds himself lost in joy,

As this moon had become his friend.

He's just staring at her, In poise.

 

Wolves generally walk in packs,

But this wolf was all alone.

Once whole with those around him.

Till it was their time to go.

 

Mesmerised by the beauty of the moon,

Each night he would howl and sing as if in love.

He would howl in pain though,

Cus this love he couldn't touch.

 

One night the moon had disappeared.

The wolf shrieked in pain.

The one thing that it feared.

That his beautiful moon, had gone away.

 

For days the wolf searched for his moon,

Yearned to feel its presence.

Yearned to see her glow one more time.

Yearned to feel safe and loved in its essence.

 

The wolf felt lost,

Like he had lost again.

But one night, the moon returned to him.

Shining brighter then ever, 

 

Howling in joy, that they've reunited again.

 

The wolf would sit on the same peak every night.

Staring and singing to the moon.

Just the same as i did.

When I looked at the moon, and thought about you....