Poor, tortured Sister Bear, 
You feel your end is too close, too near. 
And there's nothing in this life you fear. 
But what they tell is not what you -have to- Hear. 

Sister Bear, overwhelmed with the beauty off the woods. 
Eating and caring more, than many A human-being should. 
'Cuddle me.' 'I wish to look like-able instead off false.' 
Meanwhile, Poor Sister Bear, cot caught in the wolf-waltz. 

A Bear snout, and hands to prevent, 
Once I stand up, I'll get rid off these men- 
Many A Bear-soul, is A precious Star-child born. 
How come, the west off Europe, leaves me so- Battleworn? 

Father air, and Mother earth, I understand. 
But I ship the sun and gold, like mortal earth-men. 
I woe, I wee, I feel like I should compete. 
But why is it, that I never acceptance meet?


Being drugged when you cry out loud,
Always told: 'Shut your mouth.' 
Being abused for medical reasons
Still, Sister Bears grow stronger when it comes to this. 

I'm free again, soaking in the energy off free will. 
Like not many A mortal will. 
Sister Bear's insulted and hurt, now she's just passing by, 
Hearing the wolf-people in the dogmatic(What's in the name?)
-Pagan-woods- annoyingly cry.