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Poor Wolf brother,
Howling alone.
He sounds so abandoned,
Their hearts must be stone.

He calls to the moon,
Listen! Listen, to me!
But no one can hear him,
None heed his plea.

But I know his pain,
I am never heard.
Though I cry and cry,
And my speach becomes slurred.

I may be invisible,
But I bet no one knew.
That the real reason I cried,
Was to be noticed by you.

But you never saw me,
I never was there.
Except when I helped you,
When others were unfair.

At those times I hoped,
But you never came through.
You'd move on to the next,
With out even a thank you.

Poor Wolf Brother,
Howling alone.
I know how he feels,
We're both on our own.