Spirit Of The Plains
His spirit roams the plains
In search of what had been
But I know he'll never find it
It shall never be again.
The buffalo are gone now
And the sacred grounds are bare
The eagle cries a lonely cry
As he circles through the air.
He'll search the plains forever
He's looking for his past
But all that's left are memories
For nothing ever lasts.
~ Charlotte Anselmo ~