This world full of suffering and violencenLord I'm losing my will to trynI find when I finally find silencenI just hang my head down and I cry, I crynnWelcome home my sonnYou've been down such a long roadnCome warm yourself by the firenand rest your weary bonesnwelcome homenIn your anger joy and sadness you will never alonenThe road you walk is a circle and will always bring your homenWelcome homennGive what you can and take what you neednThese arms are wide open and here when you neednI know you must go soon so go plant good seedsnAnd be careful which of the two wolves that you feednn(An old Cherokee was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, A battle is raging inside me ... it is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The old man fixed the children with a firm stare. This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other person, too. They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, Which wolf will win?nThe old Cherokee replied: The one you feed. )nn(Give what you can and take what you need)nnAnd all of the harm that ever I donenIn the end it was only to me