the breeze blows into my face as i sit on the grassy
hill overlooking the meadow of subtle blues, greens, and
browns.
i look to my left, nothing but trees, i look to my right, still
nothing. i wonder where i am, ive been here for a while now,
i am the lost. the hungry. the thief in the night. i was banned
from my pack not to long ago, forced to start my own life, or
die trying. i am not one to give up.
i look to the sky, a churning mass of tainted greys, there is
going to be a storm soon. suddenly a blur of brown shoots by
my paw, the hunted. it has challenged me, and i have
accepted. I hurl myself at the hare, chomping down
I'll be the sun,
if you'll be my moon.
I'll be the flowers,
if you'll be my bloom
I'll be the sky,
if you are my cloud.
I'll be your soft,
if you'll be my loud.
I'll be your warmth,
when you are cold.
I'll be with you forever,
till we grow old.
I'll be the person,
who'll always be beside you.
I don't care what I am,
as long as I can be with you,
for I'd be the person,
who'd always Love you.