ALT I Know You Want to Lie by The Roadside but The Wolves Are Coming, Sweetheart. Leslie J. Anderson I’m here with you. Our feet are bare at the beginning of a long walk. I know the field looks empty now. It’s not. The seeds are still growing. Do not learn the lessons of heartbreak. The wisdom of sorrow is a lie. It will tell you wolves are a mercy, that a bare field is acceptable. If you need to rest let’s do it now. Drink water, sleep, hold yourself. Save your voice for when it’s time to scream. I won’t lie to you, though. The wolves are coming. In your heart is a knife but also a harvest. When it’s time, use one to protect the other.