---If through glows of night of summer sounds
the cries of a thousand wolves alone,
should arouse my spirit, weak, intertwined,
  to find the dusty trails to home,

I'll find you, or all the words you leave,
and with you, took all you believed was true.
I am weary to time that overcomes the pain,
you left me, in a world we knew.
And we left, but shared the same...
the blame, we broke in parts, of two.