Reunite the living and the dead
Bring peace, prosperity, and unity
Bring us to the circle of ancient times
Evoking wisdom, in natural realms
We dance to our own calendar every thousand years
The child’s tears in strange blue eyes
Clouds run like railroads
Along the soft cobalt sky
The water, plants, blankets poisoned
In our hand we hold their book
For some beads and wooden nickels
You turned our love into fools
Without Hope
There is none
Without Hope
We are done
Without Belief
We have only faith
Lakotas blind interpretation
They’re still here beneath our sun
We pushed our spirits out
In His name…
Death or renewal
The reborn Earth
Continuing the cycle of life
Sitting Bull has died
(Big Foot his arms)
The buffalo will be renewed
Fluted and ancient mystics
Calling spirits from the sands
(and streams)
The dead will return, The dead will return
Is this real, the spinning stars?
I fall to the ground in my visions
An independent native is a Free one
(matthew bowers)~93
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The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 