Tonight like the nights before i walked my path alone, always alone.
The same path every night, to the same ending.
Tonight i was not a prowler but just a silent spirit that walked the dark streets.
Loneliness strikes hard at night, i missed the moon, i missed her company.
Tonight i lost the last members of my pack, truly now the path is darker than ever before.
How can i miss something i never had?
How can i dream about happyness if i know only what is to be sad?
Tonight was like any other night.
Cold and dark.