Running all around

with my hair flying back

so free I feel

the freedom I used to lack.

 

Only using instinct

to guide me through the trees

I pull back my head and howl

louder than the breeze.

 

I used to not do anything

but think about escape

and now I can feel

the breeze down my nape.

 

I wish I could run

run from all my troubles

but running won't help

It'll just stir up and make bubbles.

 

I just hope they won't see me

they couldn't accept my fur

or the fangs in my mouth

they'll hate and kill me for sure.