Wolf
I am wolf in sheeps clothing,
I hold my head high
I will walk this world proudly,
until the day I die.
I will not bow to anyone,
I will keep my dreams alive.
You can try your best but you will find,
I'm not easy to break and I will not hide.
I walk tall for my people, my family, my blood.
They raised me right, they raised me proud,
they knew one day I would rule this crowd.
I am wolf in sheeps clothing and may be a thorn in your side
I bloom so my blossoms hide my pain.
I am a wolf in sheeps clothing and I will win again.
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