As the lights are slowly fading the scenery is changing for the better. A gentle crowd appears to see what’s here as my clothes are getting wetter. I never felt more alone then during that half hour, but I was more sure of myself than ever. The water runs down my back, as I’m begging to crack, and starting to feel the wolves, barking at my heels. Alone in the crowd doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed to ever stand out. I never felt more together than braving the emptiness and the weather. As the only one in the crowd singing out-loud. The water runs down my back, as I’m begging to crack, and starting to feel the wolves, barking at my heels. Alone in the crowd doesn’t mean we aren’t allowed.