THE BEATING OF HOOVES

THE HOWLING OF WOLVES

You’ve done the time for your misdeeds, your crime,

having paid for your sin, you are free to be yourself again.

Yes, free to choose the direction you will run, win or lose,

warnings don’t come cheap, be careful, watch before you leap.

Watch where you hide, pick up the breadcrumbs of your pride.

Do what you believe you must, be careful - so careful - who you trust.

The horizon seems far away, but it resides within you - the price you pay.

Lie down dog, you have made your bed, be careful not to lose your head...

And when you hear them howling in the dark of night,

calling all to come, ‘tis time for hunting by full moon’s light.

They can smell your sweat as it’s rolling down your face.

You cannot outrun the wolves, you will always lose the race.

So, have you decided to become part of the pack and run?

Is this what you believe? Your mind plays tricks and deceives.

You are what you are man, try to change your ways, if you can.

I’ll be watching you, I am at your back, prepared (if I must) to attack.

Run, man, choose and run as fast as you can to nowhere again.

Listen for the sound upon the ground of the horse’s mighty hooves.

Do you remember now? This is how it will begin and no one will win -

Remember nothing more than this: Man cannot run with the wolves.

Man cannot run with the wolves. Man cannot run with the wolves.

If you can stop long enough to remember, then try to surrender.

Do not listen to the horse and that heavy remorse beneath his hooves.

You cannot outrun the wolves, cannot ride that horse, remember!