Calmly I sit and listen to the rain
The pitter patter of the drop’s sooth my brain
The howling wind blows me through the pines
It makes me free of my worries binds
I wish I could stay under the storms gaze
But alas it leaves until another day
Goodbye, rain

Each step makes my stomach churn
For I know what these red men yearn
Like a lamb being led to the slaughter
One by one out onto the cold floor we go
No matter how much my mother weeps
The red men do not cheep
And in an instant, it is over
Father, mother, and children all gone
Seven strong, but now none
The wall is stained with the sins of men
Red men and red wall

I long for a time I did not live
For a culture that was not mine
The voices of the past live through me
With books, poems, and in song
How can I escape these modern binds
In dress and in discourse
I hold myself to their esteem
The world has left me cold
To live with this burden alone
Everyone so modern and so gone
To whom do I relate but those in wake
But if I quit then they will be truly lost with time
So, I must push and ****
In their memory, I must carry on