"When the Wolf Comes 'Round"

Out in the fields where the cold wind blows,
Lived a boy with a heart full of tricks and shows,
Bored of the quiet, he played a cruel game,
Shouting, "Wolf! There's a wolf!"—just to stake his claim.
The villagers ran with their hearts in their throats,
Pitchforks and fear, through the fields they’d float,
But laughter rang where the danger should be—
Just a boy with a grin, craving company.
Cryin’ wolf, cryin’ wolf, 'til the truth fades away,
When the beast comes callin’, there’ll be hell to pay,
You can lie, you can laugh, ‘til the night turns black—
But when the wolf comes ‘round, there’s no turnin’ back.
Day after day, he spun the same tale,
Turning trust into dust, making faith grow pale.
The people grew tired, they stopped believing—
No one comes runnin’ when the boy starts screaming.
But deep in the woods where the shadows creep,
A hunger grows where the dark runs deep,
Eyes like fire and a heart like stone—
The wolf heard the boy, and he wasn’t alone.
Cryin’ wolf, cryin’ wolf, ‘til the truth fades away,
When the beast comes callin’, there’ll be hell to pay,
You can lie, you can laugh, ‘til the night turns black—
But when the wolf comes ‘round, there’s no turnin’ back.
Moonlight falls on an empty hill,
A scream breaks out—but the night grows still.
No one comes, no one cares,
Just the wolf and his teeth in the midnight air.
Cryin’ wolf, cryin’ wolf, now it’s all too late,
No one left to save you from a twist of fate.
You can beg, you can plead, but the truth runs cold—
When the wolf takes his due, it’s a story told.
So heed this warning when you play your games—
A lie’s like a fire that can’t be tamed.
When trust is broken and truth gets bent,
The wolf will find you—no more pretend.

Introspective Acoustic Folk with Raw Emotion and Heavy Guitar