Now I know why
the wolf howls at night.
Now I know why
it sounds so alone.
It’s not like I ever had you.
It’s not like I ever would.
It’s just that a hope
had lodged in a corner
of my heart
And that corner,
has been ripped away.
Now I know why
the banshees wail
Now I know why
it chills the heart
For the wail
of the banshee
is the wail
of loss
And we don’t want to lose
that much.
Written in 1983. Life is: lessons to be learned dreams to be realized adventures to be experienced. The reason is: getting to know experiencing the new realizing the truth. I want to: learn know experience realize. I want, desire, need to grow.
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