Stitching the gap close.
Meddling in useless conversation.
Picking the right clothes to wear
To the ball she was never invited.
He ran to the forest
Waited for the wolves to come out.
There in the dark, he howled with them
Pretending to be someone else.
With the hope of being reborn, they celebrated the life they had.
Friends cheering, food flowing; happy faces, teary eyes.
And then it was summer,
They found out they can never come back.
Elders asked them to leave; they were earnestly begging.
They asked the Lord to help them
But he was busy with the harvest
In the land he prepared
For the people who cared.