Verse One, Grace. you were my wolf, then my Boy, all mine, and I am yours. For years, for winters we watched with impossible longing. My Crimson Red Blood swirled around us, marking the untouched snow. But you dared not to touch, not to taste, Only Stare your golden eyes called to me.
Staring from your wolf's pelt. You saved me and Disappeared back into the woods, your winter Home.
Winters came and went and i came to know you as "my wolf" Bullets fired and again you stared at me. this time your brilliant yellow eye looked out from a human face.
One lonely perfect summers day, your eyes look from a book, and see me, at home among the words of books. Orgengs on your breath, as sweet as a first kiss. we Smiled, laughed and loved-but winter drew close, and light brezes became Harsh winds, calling your name. Seeping in and Truning
our smiles to frowns lacking joy, our laughter becoming cries. we knew winter was waiting. We Spent our last days hidding from winter and the ever nagging calls of a wolf's fate. We said good-bye with tears brimming our eyes, for fate was done waiting. I see your golden eyes no longer, for the winter winds and the wolf inside have stolen you from me. Snow falls to the ground as
I reach out bilndy, looking for the boy in a wolf's pelt. For the moon never beams without briging me deams of you. And the stars never seem to shine, but I hear your cries, howling from a wolf's mouth. Verse Two, Grace.
I call you back, back from the wolf, I call you back to me, for me, for I cannot live through, a Christmas without you.
Hope is Black, Dull, and lacking, but still I ingect it into your finally human skin. You Disapear, running from my humanness. And I am left utterly alone, lose, drifting betweem two worlds, of witch I will never fully belong.
Drifting without cuase. Alone without you. Winter lack meaning without, you were always there, in the woods, or in my arms, watching, waiting, you are there no longer.
The Yard, the trees, the world is empty without you. I Carry the griafe knowing I fully deseve it, for I have killed my wonderful Golden eyed, human hearted wolf.
harsh winds of snow, calling your name. truning our smiles to frowns lacking joy, our laughter becoming cries.
we spent our last Days hidding from winter and the ever nagging calls of a wolf's fate. harsh winds of snow, calling your name. truning our smiles to frowns lacking joy, our laughter becoming cries.
we spent our last Days hidding from winter and the ever nagging calls of a wolf's fate.