Halito Lakotah Waya Namid. Nashoba Iki wishes to place this special song
here for you, in honor of you and your beloved furbabies. My great wish is that the wind called
peace shall find it's way into your heart, and all will be better one day as the moons come and go.

I also wish to put the song below on this page for to help maybe to bring a wee
bit of peace into a hurting heart. twas written many moon ago by myself and my mate. Enjoy.

WHISPERS ON THE WIND

HEAR THE RUMBLE OF THE THUNDER, SEE THE LIGHTNING IN THE SKY,
THE GENTLE RAINS THAT SPEAK OF THINGS, UN-MENTIONED.
THE FLAMES OF THE FIRE, THAT I DO TEND,
AS I SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO, WHISPERS ON THE WIND.

I OFTEN THINK ABOUT YOU, AND THINGS THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
I SEEM TO HEAR YOU CALLING ME, THROUGH WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
I WATCH THE BLUE RIVER, DISAPPEAR AROUND THE BEND.
THE WATER SEEMS TO SING TO ME, BUT IT'S THE WHISPERING OF THE WIND.

IN THE SKY, ABOVE THE CLOUDS, THE MOON DOES BRIGHTLY GLOW.
IT SENDS A THOUGHT ON RAYS OF GOLD, TO GENTLY TOUCH MY SOUL.
AS THE MESSAGE REACHES OUT TO ME, I FEEL THE BREEZE AGAIN.
THE SECRET THOUGHT I SEEM TO HEAR, MUST BE THE WHISPERING OF THE WIND.

STANDING HERE ALL ALONE, BY THE RIVER AT THE BEND,
I LONG TO HERE JUST ONE MORE TIME, THOSE WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
IF ONLY JUST, ONE MORE TIME, WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
Written by Don & Linda, LoboWolf & Shewolf,
many moons ago.
Copyright by the U.S. Copyright service,
Published by Tin Pan Alley.

Light a candle in Namid's Babies' memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby, or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.