Now he is Old.
When he walks by me
He reminds me of a Lone Wolf
Strong and independent
He grows tired and weak
But his soul is like a bear
He sits at his machine and eats
Only strings of cooked pasta
I think that is the way he wants to be.
But I remember that he's always there
To show me the Way
the Alone Wolf
He grows old and weary of my ways
Though I try to help it seems so difficult.
He seems so distant
Show me the Way
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