Icy winds eat through my skin

I fly above, on my beaten wings

Dabbed in snow are my footprints

Along the trail, following the winds

Changing directions, hear me howling

Running with the wolves, I am

A wildling

Against the tide I try and swim,

Always hustling,

I walk this road, kicking the ruckus

There’s a song on my mind,

Here I come, whistling.

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