Ode To Evan Wolf Testo

Wolf is what they call him,But he rarly howls to the moon
He is but a foresaken star,
Lost amongst the Milk way
When good tidings bring him to me,
The drew drops run down my nose
Some day that all is lost,
I say all that is lost has not even begun
Someday the Mother Winter will show her strength once more,
But on that day I will emerge from the womb once again.