I`ve walked the lands of the ancient onesLong since gone Generations
I can still feel their laughter...their pain
I can still hear their songs..
Hear their drums beating against a darkened sky
I can see them dancing
I can still see horses painted up for war
Still see Mothers and Wives with tears in their eyes
But Pride in their hearts.
I can hear their chants...their prayers.
Still the memories and pride run deep in my own heart and soul
As the people...Medecine and Holy men...the American Indians.
Spirit of Yesterday....Is Spirit of Tomorrow.
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