The Missing Friend.
I followed all the tracks I saw,
tried to recognize your scent,
went in a quest that has no end,
into the dark I'm going to change.
I climbed trees,
reached tops of hills,
I crossed rivers,
faced the dungeons and thrills,
followed pawprints,
gathered clues,
talked to people,
looked for truth.
I expose my claws,
show my fangs,
grab it with nails and teeth,
keep in the track,
I don't care if I can't survive,
I don't want to wait.
I'm tired of wait.
Tired of wait.
And now
I rise my paws to the moon
and wish to the stars,
I'll find you someday,
wait for me, I'll find.