The road may seem rough, the journey so long.
What should be right, is often so wrong.
We each think our thoughts and then write them down.
Only to be met with harsh words and a frown.
When all seems lost and we feel so weak,
the mighty wolf shall rise. She is not meek.
She will howl in the wind and race through the trees,
and she’ll do it with grace because she is at ease.
So, stand tall, be brave and let your heart soar.
Your friends are all here and ready to roar.
We all have your back, you are not alone.
You have left your mark, you’ll never be gone.
Shelby I. Courtland