SPIRITS OF
WOLFE LAKE
Every now and then, I close my eyes and I see him again
I go to the place my
best friends life had came to an end
When the night darkens, ripples splashing everywhere
I can hear the Wolfe of death whistle in the night’s air
If I look on the right day I can see his canoe rising to the
top of the lake
So I jumped in to save my friend, I saw him swimming out to
the deep end
I went to the place where he would go, getting swallowed by
a under toe
I swore as I was swirling down, I saw dead people reaching
for me all around
So I come up for air above the ground, all around the wolves
howl their hound
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