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I am small, I am strange to the road with clumsy footworkI am a lone traveler though not a drifter by tradeI am abstract, the wind does not know meFrom a small home far behind, distance measured by daysBut the way the wind speaks, it's captivating, invigoratingThe warmth of the air as it moves through my hair and the way it tastes, it frees meNow I am who I am somewhere and I will find meThis road I travel on, I don't know where it goesBut in my heart I hear itSo sweet like audible honey, edible toneWhat is this soundSurely she is not running away from meBeautiful mysterySwiftly follow through the trees to the clearing(Sing to me, sing to me)What is this, lured to an old womanHave I been mislead, she runs down her perchHiding her head in the riverI fear we're not alone, federated with wolvesThey come gritting and showing their teethForty-two yellow songsThey hum, a song men don't teach; a song of my destructionPawing and biting at my heels, they singClimbing up my stone stacked escapeThey rip my pack from my backFeasting as if it were my faceLetras de cancionesThey eat my clothes piece by pieceI carry on down the stone perchRunning away like a robber in a game of my youthI told my mother back then"All I ever wanted was my own gun"Here I am, come on and find me nowYou cannot find meWolf, here I am, you are behind meI conquerMy feet carry me on through the darkening treesIt's growing darker and I can't see the sunWhere did she go From Letras Mania