Two Wolves Fighting

In the springtime I was born upon this earth
I was a child of laughter and of mirth
I was a child of hunger and of thirst
Bound to be a mortal man,
Blessed as I was cursed...

And they called me Two Wolves Fighting from the start
There were always two wolves fighting in my heart

In the summers of my early boyhood years
I came to know the whimper of my fears
In the dark of night I'd vainly grope
And strain to hear by morning light
The panting of my hope...

And they called me Two Wolves Fighting from the start
There were always two wolves fighting in my heart

In the autumn I did walk through forests bare
Where snarls of anger lingered in the air
I halted at the path that rose before me
Until I heard that haunting howl
Calling me to glory...

And they called me Two Wolves Fighting from the start
There were always two wolves fighting in my heart

In the winter of the never ending snow
That lonesome sound is calling me to go
I pack my bags to leave by break of day
And then I hear that pleading cry
And it's calling me to stay

And they called me Two Wolves Fighting from the start
There were always two wolves fighting in my heart
Tearing at each other's throats
Tearing me apart
There were always two wolves fighting in my heart
There were always two wolves fighting in my heart

I'm still working this one out. It's as true now as the day I wrote it.

Toronto, winter 2003.