Fly high
but, do not touch the sun
soar between worlds
my spirit chaser
my spirit guide
Fly high
where the wind
carries sacred messages
you have second sight
my future
my past
Fly high
honor earth
honor life
my hopes
my desires
When you, touch land
come, Ghost Dance
with me
hear the beating of the drums
For we are the lost tribe, everyone is looking for.........
No comments:
Post a Comment