Author's Notes: Dedicated to Jack O'Neill and all the men who hold the bridge and guard the gate for us.

He slinks through the halls with long lupine grace Traveling alone with a peculiar pace.
The old wolf is no longer in command of his pack There is no one here to help watch his back.

His place in the field has been usurped at last. The trails he has traveled are now in his past. His partners and friends he has left far behind, He just sees them now in his heart and his mind.

He travels new paths through this stuffy new world. His canyons and roads are of confusions that whirl. The faces he sees everyday are all strange, They seem flat, uncaring and completely inane.

The wolf passes by cages with names on the walls. He has one of his own and it's just down the hall. The dogs that all live in them watch him with awe, Knowing he's lived by his fangs and his claws.

Why is he here? they all speak in hushed tones. Who would send such a one to our home?
He is dangerous, they say, he has killed in the night, With his hands, his guns, and his sharp Kabar knife.

The pale little pets of the other wolves flee When him approaching their lair they do see. The guard dogs keep watch on this wolf that is old, Knowing a predator shouldn't be here in the fold.

The corporate jackals slink far out of his path Not wanting anything that might earn his wrath. Even mighty hyenas that feed from the spoils Stay far far away from his dangerous coils.

Why IS he here? One who wants to know asks. Who would take a dangerous wolf from his path? Why would you cage one who's walked out in the stars? Why would you keep him near when he wants to go far?

The answer, my friend, is we need him right here, To keep us all safe from the dangers we fear. Only he can control the brute powers that be; Only he knows what dangers may be wandering free.

His team is still out there, defending the pass Now it is them that he keeps safe to the last. The alien dangers are their job of late. His job is now guarding our sacred Stargate.

He stalks through the corridors dreaming his dreams Wishing he was other wheres, other scenes. But he does do his duty to his very best; To protect and to serve and to keep safe the rest.

His team he protects from the politicians might, His old command he defends with a savage fight. He takes verbal punishment; he takes all their spite So that we can sleep safely through a long peaceful night.

It takes men like Jack, the dangerous ones, To take back the bridge; to hold back the guns. So we can sleep safely in our beds warm and tight Because of rough men like him that stand guard in the long lonely night.