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Two Wolves
When I was just a little boy
Much to my delight
I’ll always remember Grandpa’s stories
Round the campfire late at night
He’d tell us bout the old days
And the way things used to be
Bout his life out on the range
And the sights he used to see
As the firelight danced its amber glow
When the sun was going down
The moon on high in the western sky
Round the campfire, miles from town.
But I'll never forget this one
I know this story’s true
“Two Wolves” he called it proudly
I’ll share this tale with you
His voice was calm and quiet,
Like a whisper in the wind
He spoke of Wolves in the mountains
And the Wolves we had within
He said there’s two Wolves inside of him
Both fighting hard to win
One Wolf is mean and evil
Full of hatred and greed, and sin
