Howling Wolf

The feeling of your touch I know it in the brush of the wind The heat of the sun Sweeping down on my skin A reasurrace of a hand on my shoulder A tear wiped away As it fell from the sky I know much about you Like your cowboys and indians And the nights we would dance a pow wow in the night lights stars abrasive against our hearts rubbing off the smudge and dirt To say im proud would be an understatement Our heritage may lie beneath the pavement But in our hearts and in our words The feathers still fly Howling wolf, and I