Page 41 of Strike A Chord

Continue alone, safe, where his heart stayed tucked away

Pick a new path, a new life?

Or would it only lead to heartbreak?

Safe, his brain pleads, leave your heart out of it

Seek the one who holds your soul and find love, his lonely heart begged

As the battle raged the man’s confusion turned to anger

The argument old and tired, it was time for a change

Chorus:

A lone wolf howls his empty nights away

The moon, his only friend lights the stage

Alone with his guitar, he plays until his fingers bleed

Does anyone hear? Does anyone care?

As the lone wolf howls, his soul cries with need

Cut so deep there’s nothing left to save

The lone wolf howls

As the man rose another voice said

You’re alone no longer

Take a chance, choose the new path

Follow me and I’ll show you how wonderful life can be

Chorus:

A lone wolf he is no longer

Dancing on the moonlit stage with another

His heart so full, his soul so calm

He forgot what it was like to be alone

Joey came down in the middle of this and sang the lyrics. I was tempted to call Jason, Marley, and Nigel over, but they were doing their own things today. “Hey, can I, um, talk to you guys about something…um, personal?”

They stopped, sat and turned toward me. A bit unnerving to have their attention on me in this capacity. “So, I have this problem. Actually, Reagan mentioned you might be able to help me keep it on the down low but, um, I need to get some help?” That came out as a question, but nerves got the best of me, and I nearly had to sit on my hands they shook so badly.

“What’s going on?” Joey asked.

“I have these, um, episodes. Nightmares. Reagan calls it PTSD and I thrash around, scream and shit.”

“Where’s the question?” Stoli asked. “I’d like to help but I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking of us.”

I sighed and questioned myself. “I need professional help to get past or learn how to deal with childhood abuse.”

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