Raised by the Wolves of Mercy

No cradle song, no lullaby, Just cold wind cutting through the night. Mama’s tears froze on her face, Mercy never found that place.

Learned to walk on broken ground, Learned to hunt without a sound. No one taught me right from wrong — Just how to last when nights get long.

Kindness was a borrowed coat, Didn’t fit and always tore. If you wanted to survive, You locked your heart and barred the door.

Raised by the wolves of mercy, Fed on dust and fear. No silver spoon, no sanctuary — Just scars year after year. I don’t howl for sympathy, I don’t kneel or plea. I was raised by the wolves of mercy — And they made a man of me.

Snow fell hard on shallow graves, I learned early not to save. When hunger bites, you bite back twice — That’s the law of frozen nights.

Men talk soft about regret, About love they won’t forget. I remember empty plates And doors that never wait.

You call it cruel — I call it free. The wild don’t lie, It just makes you be.

Raised by the wolves of mercy, Teeth sharp in the dark. No guiding star above me — Just instinct and a spark. I don’t blame what shaped my hands, Or the blood beneath my sleeve. I was raised by the wolves of mercy — And they don’t let you leave.

No bedtime prayers. No saving grace. Just moonlight On a hardened face.

Raised by the wolves of mercy, Cold breath in the air. You can try to tame the wild — But the wild don’t care. I don’t fear what hunts with me, I don’t fear what hunts me. I was raised by the wolves of mercy…

And mercy raised nothing in me.

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