The air shatters, and

Pieces of shrapnel rain down from the sky

As I sing

My fingers reach deep to strum my vocal chords

With glass filed in the shape of a heart

No matter how much it hurts

I tilt my throat to the sky

And cry

A wolf calling for her pack

To tell them

You're not alone

To the world, we'll show

That even silence has a voice

If you listen closely

Quiet turns into a cacophony

Of passion, tears and stories

We'll sing shamelessly

Of our darkest times

Because others will need the fire in our hearts

To feed their own

And light the way to dawn.

-the wolf