We are animals with urges,
and desires we can't control.
Everything about us,
completes our heart and soul.

Not whole until we know,
what we are is true,
and our urges and desires,
can be kind or sad and cruel.

What gets us through the night,
or through a long, dark day,
is bound to be alright,
to keep Hell's hounds at bay.

A man is incomplete,
when defeat's a breath away,
and there is no reason to,
share his love and stay.

To share his love and stay,
would be the better choice,
than to embrace the beast,
and to listen to the voice -

that whispers in his ear,
and SHOUTS inside his head,
with no reason to rejoice,
but to shed a tear, instead.

Everyone's an animal,
with urges and desires.
with a heart that beats,
adding kindling to the fires -

that burn and churn inside,
each in there own way,
through a long, dark night,
through a long, dark day.