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THIS POEM MAY NOT MAKE SINCE TO SOME. BUT,THERE IS A PUPOSE BEHIND IT.
ALREADY OVER 144 WOLVES HAVE BEEN KILLED UNDER ALASKA'S BARBARIC AERIAL GUNNING PROGRAN. TROPHY HUNTERS ARE GUNNING THESE WOLVES DOWN FROM AIRPLANES AND RUN THEM TO EXHAUSTION AND THEN SHOOT THEM.
VISIT WWW.DEFENDERS.ORG TO LEARN MORE.
Walking through the tall pine trees ,
I can feel you following me.
One step at time, I take and then stop,
I look up and I hear the shot.
Looking around for a place to hide,
I see my mate laying on her side.
Running toward her hearing her howl,
I lay down beside her with a growl.
Protecting her from you is what I do,
That is my job so take me too.
Only cowards would hunt in a plane,
Keeping their distance not to show their shame.
We will survive this just you watch and see,
We are mightier than you will ever be.
We're not so weak as you may think,
As we travel this road on the edge,
I will wink.
Letting you know we have survived,
No matter what our species will not die.
We will keep our family ties close,
As we have a prayer and some hope.
So fly above us as you will,
We will be waiting on the top of the hill.
Chasing us as cowards do,
We will be waiting only for you.
Always,
© Journey Won
2005
Free Enya Music | Free music ringtones at EZ-Tracks.com
ALREADY OVER 144 WOLVES HAVE BEEN KILLED UNDER ALASKA'S BARBARIC AERIAL GUNNING PROGRAN. TROPHY HUNTERS ARE GUNNING THESE WOLVES DOWN FROM AIRPLANES AND RUN THEM TO EXHAUSTION AND THEN SHOOT THEM.
VISIT WWW.DEFENDERS.ORG TO LEARN MORE.
Walking through the tall pine trees ,
I can feel you following me.
One step at time, I take and then stop,
I look up and I hear the shot.
Looking around for a place to hide,
I see my mate laying on her side.
Running toward her hearing her howl,
I lay down beside her with a growl.
Protecting her from you is what I do,
That is my job so take me too.
Only cowards would hunt in a plane,
Keeping their distance not to show their shame.
We will survive this just you watch and see,
We are mightier than you will ever be.
We're not so weak as you may think,
As we travel this road on the edge,
I will wink.
Letting you know we have survived,
No matter what our species will not die.
We will keep our family ties close,
As we have a prayer and some hope.
So fly above us as you will,
We will be waiting on the top of the hill.
Chasing us as cowards do,
We will be waiting only for you.
Always,
© Journey Won
2005
Free Enya Music | Free music ringtones at EZ-Tracks.com
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