Circle of Soul

Sacred places
Held close
Forefathers live within
Guise of envisioned ghost

Dwelling within this spirit
Holding so we can come see
All the beauty of these lands
Where we all can wonder free

Bones turned to dust
Forming new layer upon the earth
New people walk upon
From this we are granted birth

This spirit place, held most sacred
For here is the people's heart
No path can lead us from it
No distance keep us apart

Soon my time will finally come
When I join with all the others
My soul carried to the spirit lands
So that I may live once more

Steve 'Easy' Whitacre December 4th, 2007