She's somber, as she carries a heavy heart;
so quiet even as her world seems to fall apart;
a blade to her throat, but she shines regardless;
refuses to surrender her hope to the darkness;
in a dwelling place that would rip her neck in twine;
she just calmly tells the wolves that she's doing fine;
they're restless, the taste of blood on their filthy lips;
and they smell the blood from her now scarred healing wrist;
if she feels fear, you could never tell;
its obvious that she is currently walking through Hell;
and as they stalk her, she looks like nobility;
all the while she wonders, why isn't anyone helping me;
and I wish I didn't see, what it was I saw;
as the wolves pace, growl and begin to claw;
Its only Tuesday, and she walks to school every day;
and she keeps walking, no matter what the wolves say


Lady Blue sings a song that would make us all cry;
but it falls deaf in the ears of the passerby;
and The wolves howl waiting for her to die;
and the wolves howl waiting for her to die...


for every good wolf there's a pack gone rampant;
ruled by blood lust, consciousness is absent;
watering at the fangs, sniffing for victims;
prowling around, on their thin contorted limbs;
Predator and prey, but listen to them say;
it's not my fault I was just born this way;
hiding behind dumpsters, their garbage heap den;
filing for freedom, something I can't comprehend;
you gotta understand this wolf is actually on a scholarship;
and shouldn't be punished for a 20 minute incident;
even if the wolf is wealthy film producer;
his status doesn't stop him from being an abuser;
this young lady walks to school, day in and day out;
stays quiet, even though her soul wants to shout;
she's stronger than the wolves with their hungry eyes;
I hope that she knows it and doesn't bend to their filthy lies.


Lady Blue sings a song that would make us all cry;
but it falls deaf in the ears of the passerby;
and The wolves howl waiting for her to die;
and the wolves howl waiting for her to die...