In January
A long time ago
A boy walked
On the lands outstretched
Little silhouettes of icicles
His eyes bright as he hears
The howls of the wolves
Now he sits here
The condensation,
Freezing on his windows
The taste of bitterness,
On his tongue
The cries of mating cats,
His soundtrack
But his promised land
Is so far away
He dreams of a pink house
A pack of wolves
Running through the forests
Barking at the elk
Nipping at them as they flee
For now
He is alone , his dreams
Are shattered and broken
His hopes are simple
He wants his freedom
He needs to be loved
But he is denied this
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