The Snow Drifts of My Life

My hunger, is no more, for my soul can not take it in, my eyes are shallow

I continue to follow the snow drifts of my life, though it is bitter, the wind screams

As the ice cycles are hanging from the mane of my horse, and smoke from his nostrils

Blend into the wind, my wolf follows, as he has allows done, he is my savior

Telling me of danger, and he smells blood, my family has been long gone

Hunted and slain, now I have to be the bravest, fearing nothing, pretending, if I must

I will follow these mountains, to the other side, where I will find another tribe

Where I will blend, I will speak the tongue, and I will come with trade, as I have white man's

Weapon, and bullets of gold, bags of gold dust, which were exchanged for the mink hides

I am honest, I am proud, and I will fight for my life, as it has been spiritually given to me

The sky will call me, it holds the eagle high in his flight, it will be victory, on the other side

These snow drifts of my life, begin to melt, and the green of the valley will once again appear

As the deer lay in their beds of warmth, they too, will run across the fields, and they will mate in the spring

The snowy owl, has seen my face, now, I know I am in a better place, where my ancestors will take me

Each drift will pass, and each year will become bitter, though my heart feels the same, I will rise above it

As the mountain tops are calling my name, the warrior in my soul, will conquer whatever may bring