Coyotes

A word, a vision, a thought,
that‘s always been around.
A scene, a moment in time,
we hear as distant sound.
A place, a feeling, a smile,
that follows alongside.
A wish, an urge to escape,
that slowly comes to light.
Face what you see,
see what you need.
No fight has been
won in retreat.
You must believe,
if no one believes.
´Cause we‘re all Coyotes,
roaming the streets.