“A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other.
The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness.
The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred.
"Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy.
"Whichever one you feed!"
WHITE WOLF
Far across the plains, I heard the lonesome cry,
of the white wolf, as he sings his lullabye.
I looked out across the meadow, and saw him standing there.
He looked into my eyes, as if my soul was bare.
The beauty of his eyes, went straight to my heart.
Just the wolf and I, as if we were one part.
We understood each other, as things are meant to be.
Just the wolf and I, we were one family.
So every night I wonder, as I look up to the sky,
and hear the mournful sound, of the wolf's lonesome cry.
Is that the white wolf, I did one day see?
The white wolf who went inside my heart, and became my family!
WHITE WOLF
Far across the plains, I heard the lonesome cry,
of the white wolf, as he sings his lullabye.
I looked out across the meadow, and saw him standing there.
He looked into my eyes, as if my soul was bare.
The beauty of his eyes, went straight to my heart.
Just the wolf and I, as if we were one part.
We understood each other, as things are meant to be.
Just the wolf and I, we were one family.
So every night I wonder, as I look up to the sky,
and hear the mournful sound, of the wolf's lonesome cry.
Is that the white wolf, I did one day see?
The white wolf who went inside my heart, and became my family!
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Thats my white wolf! She has a blue eye from her father and a brown eye from her mother! Shes a beauty!
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