In shadows deep, where wild winds sigh, A pack emerges, howls to the sky. We are the guardians, hearts unchained, To save the wolves, our spirits trained.
In forests dense and mountains high, We hear their calls, their mournful cry. With strength and grace, they roam the night, A symbol of nature’s ancient might.
Our small band, with hearts so bold, A tale of love and care unfolds. To repopulate, to save, to mend, These noble creatures, our dearest friends.
We bring them food, we bring them cheer, To keep them safe, to keep them near. No hunter’s snare, no poacher’s game, Shall dim their light, or taint their name.
For in their eyes, a world we see, Of wild and free, of destiny. With every step, with every breath, We stand against their threatened death.
Together strong, we forge our way, To brighter nights and safer days. A promise made, a vow to keep, To guard the wolves, awake, asleep.
So let the world hear our refrain, A song of hope, amidst the rain. For we, the pack, shall always strive, To keep the spirit of wolves alive.
