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 could'nt 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