Just a faint little whisper
Just a tiny little cry
Of a body that has been gone for years
But the spirit never dies

It is the year 2001, the year we said we`d change.
I didn`t think that change would be toward evil.
Because we dread our own end
we kill others in our wake.
We tread upon the sacred ground
of the Wolf Spirit and his clan.
Now they no longer live here.
They no longer live anywhere.

In our means of empowerment
we take those lives we have no permission to
to empower our egos.
And now the word of Wolf is just a legend
A myth, a folklore.

Around the campfire is 2010,
they tell of the wolf,
who may or may not have existed.
We see the fascination in the eyes of our kids
and when they ask if wolves were real
we have to lie and say `no`.
Then the question of where did the dog come from arises.
Now we can`t hide behind our failure
Now we say `yes` that the wolf did exist.
It was us, it was us!!
Who took them away.

Now our kids` cold stares burn through our souls
to leave an everlasting mistrust that we ourselves
were to blame.