Wolf Outside My Window.

Waiting outside a window
is a wolf that wants to play.
To be told it has existed,
That it's okay to stay.

We prowl in the darkness,
softly stalking down our prey.
Continuing from long ago,
I do not sin to say:

You've made your choice.
You've lost your voice.
You can't return,
though this, you yearn,
Because you did not sing.
It's them or us,
So what's the fuss?
And no, you can't have both.

It's been awhile,
The sky's gone gray
And you dwell outside my window,
Waiting for some greater truth
To tell you that it's okay.