key the pad against the rock
disagree now fly the flock
shake the tatters and the string
call out now let the raven sing 
weak and dragging with dirty feet
near to tree and crooked creek
stand alone in dressed up fields 
shouting for heaven to reveal 
a sign of hope to grant new strength
a dire wolf doth rise from the lake
white and shadowed in glorious light
grin and bear and bleed with bite
come again tomorrow son
soon youll have the grit to be someone