Hear me roar (..to be continued)

Hear me roar,
as it fades away between the trees and the falling leaves
Hear me roar,
as the late November rain covers the old soil
See me drift
Through the cold wind announcing frost and turmoil
See me drift
Through this woodland that greatly griefs.

....

(Flying over like the soul of a lonely falcon
That cannot see through the fog under
Starving, yearning, flying high despite the thunder

The wet fur of a wolf, sprinting through the foul wood
The stench of blood and fire drawing him
Anguish, you never look back even if you could

you never feel, never see, you.. lost.

Those roots are old but cut through the bark regardless,
let the tree fall, let it crash to the ground, helpless.
but hear me roar.)