She was the one and only indian girl
all that was left in her tribe
she gave so much in her world
a love you couldn't describe
all were left for dead
except this one who said.
Now my heart is like a White Wolf
that forever roams
different from the rest
that wander and can't see
all that use to be
They burned down all our homes
tortured and abused
she walked around confused
white man lies, we were used
She stood on top of a crest
wounds upon her chest
said this world is too far gone
like the White Wolf I go on alone
My heart turned into stone
tormented by their touch
they did just a little too much
this world now my crutch
She said I'm just a White Wolf here
no more will I walk in fear
they may have tried to break my spirit
still my soul is free
no longer will I fret
my will, will be done...
Great Spirit,
give us hearts to understand;
Never to take from creation's beauty more than we give;
Never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;
Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;
Never to take from her what we cannot use.
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Give us hearts to understand
That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;
That to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;
That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;
That as we care for her she will care for us.
