A Midnight Song
BY THE COVER OF THE NIGHT, YOU
SING YOUR SONG TO THE MOON
KNOWING SHORTLY THAT MORNING WILL BE THERE SOON
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
By Rick Cantalupo
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