For ages a story has been told,

Of a spirit that stood bold,

A tempest had gathered in the sky,

The clouds let out a bellow-a deafening war cry,

The winds blew, thrashing,

Thunder came forth, flashing,

Amidst the destruction and debris,

Lay a lone wolf trapped under a tree,

In agony the poor wolf cried,

In agony the poor wolf tried,

 The more he tried, the more it hurt,

Pain ran through his body in jolts and spurts,

The wolf summoned up all his might,

He wouldn’t let go without a fight,

It was a long time before the storm receded,

But his will stood undefeated,

A day came when he almost gave up,

But he believed and picked himself up,

Tough he had been crushed by pain,

He vowed to rise up once again,

For ages a story has been told,

Of a spirit, oh! So bold.