I've walked the lands of the anciet ones..
Long since gone Generations
I can still feel their laughter......... their pain
I can still hear their songs.....
Hear their drums beating against a darken 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 their Chants.........their prayers
Still the memories and pride run deep in my own heart and soul as it did
the People....Medicine and holy men.....and the Chiefs....
This is My heritage.......the American Indians
Spirit of Yesterday........Is the Spirit of Tomorrow.......
 Takara Angel of Darkness · Sat Apr 08, 2006 @ 08:45pm · 2 Comments |
