My mouth is the mouth of a wolf. 

That keeps her children safe

And does not hesitate to bite

and spew blood on the track. 

I taught you nothing, neither to hunt

Or flee, just to run into the sky

And I raged. And was ruined, a balloon

When someone let go of the string.

Take me home when you can

I have little I care for, less demands, 

And if I cry a real good cry, 

I have the dogs to look out for me.