Forgotten Frederic

As a night comes, as a fog rise
And the wind starts it's dance with a moonlight
Be aware of a fallen soul that lives in the woods
The goust of a young one
Known as
„Young little soul, where did you go?"
A cry of the mother can be heard.
The pack's howl join her,
Searching for her pup,
But faith already decided that he won't be found.