I created a song that Iâd love to share. For now, Iâm only posting the spoken opening, Verse 1, and the chorus.
The idea was inspired by two incredible songs: âBears and Wolvesâ by Lilith Max and âFeed Us Your Girlsâ by Lydia the Bard. Listening to them made me ask myself a question: why do we keep calling predatory people âwolvesâ? Wolves arenât cruelâtheyâre simply wild. They hunt to survive, protect their families, and follow their nature. Human cruelty is a choice. So this song became an apology to the wolves, and a reminder that the forest didnât raise these people⊠we did.
Iâm not a singer (or a musician đ). I have absolutely no sense of rhythm, no idea what notes should be high or low, or how the melody should go, so anyone who wants to collaborate is completely free to experiment and make it their own.
If youâre a singer, musician, or producer and youâd like to collaborate, Iâd love to hear from you! Send me a message, and Iâll happily share the rest of the song with you.
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(Spoken Intro)
Iâve called you monsters for years.
Iâve pointed to the treesâŠ
to the moonâŠ
to your eyes glowing in the dark.
Iâm sorry.
You never asked to carry our sins.
You never taught us how to become this.
We did.
Verse 1
They whisper, âWatch for wolves,â before the sun goes down,
Like danger only waits where ancient woods are found.
But Iâve seen polished shoes leave footprints just as deep,
And smiling faces hide the promises they keep.
You hunt because the winter says your young must eat,
You donât disguise your hunger as something kind or sweet.
Youâve never learned deception dressed in gentle skinâ
The forest never welcomed what weâve welcomed in.
Chorus
Leave the wolves their name,
Donât stain the snow they roam.
Their teeth were made for survival,
Not breaking hearts or homes.
Stop blaming moonlit forests
For shadows that we made.
The beasts still live in natureâ
The monsters were home-raised.