By Stewie and Lady Beatrice
I am the howl in the whistling wind,
breeze in a hot summer day.
I am the bark in a howling wolf. I belong to no one.
A dog barks
a cat purrs,
a lion roars, but what do I do? where do I belong?
The places I go
The people I see, there is never a person that doesn’t fit in, but when I look at a mirror,
I see no one,
a reflection lost with a crowd of people trying to fit in,
I will be myself, I will believe I will.
7 years ago