SheWolves howling praise to the full moon
Winds whispering in the trees, an eerie tune
Thunder calling across a darkening sky
A woman's heart longs to be free, to fly
Soaring above storm clouds, heavy and dark
Lightning opens up the heavens, igniting a spark
A raging storm magically unfolds before you and I
From deep within, hearts release a ceremonial cry
Face the fury, look it dead square in the eye
Hold fast to your soul, don't ever let it go
Hide it away in a place only you will know
The storm will soon pass and return the quiet night
SheWolves again will dance to the moon's delight