I reached out for your hand
You didn't seem to care;
You can only reach so far
When no one else is there

Others also reached for you
Hoping to make you see;
That we're just as important
As he will ever be

We wish we could reach further
But we are only so strong;
We hoped your eyes would open
So that you'd see you're wrong,

It hurts to have to reach far
When you were were once so near;
It's hard shouting out for you
With our voices you don't hear.

We wish you'd extend your hand
And sense the friendship there;
Knowing what our memories mean
Showing us you still care .

We realize you don't reach back
Instead his hands with yours;
You can't handle both the worlds
So you close common doors

We're done reaching for the past
You are now on your own;
We hope he is all worth it ,
Without him you're alone.

MOST PEOPLE THINK, IT'S JUST A HOWL AND A CRY
TO ME, ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL MUSIC THAT YOU SING TO THE SKY

LOYALITY TO YOUR PACK, IS TO THE END
AND YOU'RE ALWAYS WILLING TO HELP ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS

WHEN NIGHT FALLS YOU GO OUT FOR THE KILL
IT'S JUST FOR THE FOOD AND NOT FOR THE THRILL

YOU GO OUT WITH THE PACK AND HUNT LIKE MEN
ALWAYS RETURNING BY MORNING TO YOUR DEN

YOU'RE WITH YOUR FAMILY EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY
CONSTANTLY PROTECTING YOUR PUPS FROM THE PREY

SO NEXT TIME YOU HOWL, SING VERY LOUD
YOU'RE A GREAT FAMILY MAN AND SHOULD BE PROUD

WE ALL SHOULD BE LIKE YOU, GIVING OUR FAMILY SO MUCH LOVE
SO KEEP ON SINGING YOUR SONG, TO THE STARS ABOVE

Rick Cantalupo

I am a wolf,
howling beneath a silver moon.
Hoping that my loyal pack,
will answer back quite soon.

I am a wolf,
standing with my beautiful mate.
We must stand strong and brave,
and face any challenges we meet.

I am a wolf,
Hunting with my pack.
With the young and the old wolves waiting,
for meat to be brought back.

I am a wolf,
and I must kill to survive.
But isn't that something we all must do,
in order to stay alive?

I am a wolf,
withstanding man's fear and hate.
But many have come to love wolves,
and for us that's quite a treat.

I am a wolf,
wild, fierce and free.
Living in forests and mountains,
stretching as far as the eye can see.

I am a wolf,
I'd never want to be anything more.
And I hope that even after I'm gone,
there will be wolves forevermore

Sloane Jensen / Loveland, Colorado / Age 16