She loves a soul
That I've never been,
A dog among dogs,
A man among men.

And every day
When I come home to her,
She holds a phantom.
She kisses and she hugs him,
And I am not
Averse to how she loves him.

Why must I live and walk,
Unloved as what i am?
Why can't I be loved as what I am:
A wolf among wolves and not as a man
Among men?

She craves a home
That she can go in
A sheltered cave,
That I have never seen,
Not in my life,
And not even in my dreams.

Why can't I be loved as what I am:
A wolf among wolves and not as a man
Among men?