is long black hair and cutting stare,
The heart of a wolf in mind.
Desertís plan of cactus and sand
gave birth to this hard-cut line.

Far from his home and desert roamed
like a wolf pack on the prowl.
Apache near, was constant fear
for those they lived around.

He feared no man in his desert land,
of mescal and deer he dined.
This desertís crest, a nursing breast,
to feed her hard cut line.

Those days are gone forever
it seems thereís nothing wrong.
But the desert weeps in silence
because her child is gone.


   

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