Power Of The Heritage

I listen to your cry of pain,

I watch you with eyes,

So full of tears as it began to rain.

I saw your eyes late that night, and hoped you would guide me

For if you don't this curse of sadness will never let me free.

I dream you running, fast and hard,

Then I see you really falling down.

Oh why did you have to die?

But yet I know I must go on,

I must keep my family strong,

Never will your legend leave

You are sacred to our hearts.

Balto, oh Balto,

Though we miss you so,

Oh my Bro,

Power of the heritage will go forever on.