The wolf no longer howls at the moon, It no longer rises or falls for him.

I feel like I have lived a thousand lives,

Staring into the deep ocean void,

Each of them, seen a thousand faces,

Yet, not one made my heart thrum,

Made it beat with fire like a drum,

Bum, bum, bum,

It waited for you,

Now each and every beat,

Bum, bum, bum,

Is a reminder….

To yet wait some more.