Take this from a first-hand account.
But then again, aren't we all a bit?
I got hearts on my sleeves and head in the clouds,
Feet were hardly touching the ground and that's my fault.
Please look past those old crooked teeth,
To the sunlight streaming in.
I'm a festival, I'm a parade,
I'm too scared to move out into the street.
You're such a kindness with strangers over your head,
Thanks for showing I can settle down with the unknown.
Driving into the dark, is this how it's supposed to go?
"Never knew before so I had to make my own way."
And I am reassured and continue on.
I can hear the wolves calling.
At night, proudly between the trees, beneath the stars.
I can hear the wolves calling.
They're calling a challenge and I must press on.
