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.      Why can't I be loved as what I am:   A wolf among wolves and not as a man   Among men?