I climbed to the top of a snowdrift mountain
with me I carried all things sacred
I looked down on a world all around me
and felt a wind blowing ever so free
I let all things that came to be
inside my heart that made me live again
touched by Spirits of ones that come to me
their visions of hope I could see
as blood of my Ancestors in my veins bleed
and Mother Earth gives me all I need
on this journey of a road turned red
Their wisdom now taught to me
for that of which I feed
my eyes no longer blind to things I see
as the drums beat to Spirits that dance
I stand proud in a Warriors stance
on this path now my destiny
They give my strength of who I now became
in my soul we are now as one
giving me my courage to fly
as their Spirits forever ride the sky
into a new rising sun
where our hearts now beat the same
Spiritwind ©2014
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I climbed to the top of a snowdrift mountain
with me I carried all things sacred
I looked down on a world all around me
and felt a wind blowing ever so free
I let all things that came to be
inside my heart that made me live again
touched by Spirits of ones that come to me
their visions of hope I could see
as blood of my Ancestors in my veins bleed
and Mother Earth gives me all I need
on this journey of a road turned red
Their wisdom now taught to me
for that of which I feed
my eyes no longer blind to things I see
as the drums beat to Spirits that dance
I stand proud in a Warriors stance
on this path now my destiny
They give my strength of who I now became
in my soul we are now as one
giving me my courage to fly
as their Spirits forever ride the sky
into a new rising sun
where our hearts now beat the same
Spiritwind ©2014
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