White Wolf

White Wolf

 

White wolf, you are there,

Gazing out of your soulless eyes,

Watching a hopeless wolf dog’s pain.

White wolf, do you know Balto?

He is an outcast just like you,

You and him are the same.

 

But who are you? Who are you?

 

White wolf, you stare,

The snow is swirling, the wind is howling,

You watch as Balto gives in.

You stand in regal silence,

As the wind blows, the snow spinning,

This wolf dog is one of your kin.

 

But who are you? Who are you?

 

White wolf, you step away,

Leaving pawprint firm and heavy,

Have you given up?

You disappear into the wind,

Flung away with the snow,

Your print like a soft, purging cup.

 

Who are you? Who are you?

 

White wolf, Balto tests, and you see a revolution,

In this wolf dog’s eyes.

Realization pounding through,

The tundra waits with silent expectation.

A wild howl rises from Balto’s lips,

Piercing this world of white, grey, and blue.

 

Who are you? Who are you?

 

White wolf, you turn,

Something in your lamp-like eyes,

Speaks of freedom and of pride.

The earth is calling, the wind is faint,

You step forward with dignity,

Power and worth is in your stride.

 

But who are you? Who are you?

 

White wolf, you tip your head back,

Join the spook chorus of wolves,

Together with this dog of pain,

You make joy, make hope,

Your ringing call sings with the wind,

Spirits dance with the sun and rain.

 

But who are you? Who are you?

 

White wolf, peace to you,

Be you Balto’s mother or other wolf,

You are a hero with awe we pay,

For with your magic and mystery,

With your faith and brotherhood,

You saved Nome that day.

 

Yet still the echo resonates…Who are you? Who are you?

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