Wolves Don’t Pray for Mercy

I was raised where the night runs feral, Where the wind don’t whisper back. Where a man survives by instinct And the world don’t cut him slack.

I learned truth from broken fences, Learned faith from scars I keep. And the only prayer I ever heard Was the sound of wolves that creep.

I don’t bow to any thunder, I don’t beg when danger stares.

Wolves don’t pray for mercy — And neither will I tonight. I was born inside a fire That taught my bones how not to die. If the darkness wants a victim, Tell it I don’t fit that story. Wolves don’t pray for mercy — They rise, unbroken and hungry.

I’ve seen men who looked like giants Fall like whispers in the sand. But the wild taught me a secret — Strength don’t come from any plan.

The moonlight showed my shadow How to walk without a sound. And every fear I ever had Died slowly on the ground.

If the night demands surrender, Let it choke on who I am.

Wolves don’t pray for mercy — They face the blade and bite. I’ve been carved by every struggle, Forged by wind and grit and fight. If the world expects me broken, Let it see I’ve stood my ground. Wolves don’t pray for mercy — And I ain’t ever bowin’ down.

Ohh… I’ve howled through storms that cracked the sky… Ohh… I’ve lived through nights that should’ve died…

I don’t hunt for mercy — I hunt for who I’ll be.

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