She loves a soul That I've never been, A dog among dogs, A man among men. And every day When I come home to her, She holds a phantom. She kisses and she hugs him, And I am not Averse to how she loves him. Why must I live and walk, Unloved as what i am? Why can't I be loved as what I am: A wolf among wolves and not as a man Among men? She craves a home That she can go in A sheltered cave, That I have never seen, Not in my life, And not even in my dreams.