Once, they rode strong on the plains
Before conquistadors bent their will.
Strained their backs, cracked their whips
Made them wear strange hides and speak strange tongues.
Refrain:
But when the time is right
To turn the tide
But not without great loss
To turn the tide!
Part II:
Come again, oh strong one
Strengthen your will, stand tall
Remember the Lost Ones and the glory!
Restore freedom in your heart
Replenish well your table, love the earth
Ride free again and tell your story!
Pick up your arrow, shoot it straight (x2)
Forced to swallow all the shame
And leave dying ashes and broken pearls
So once, they rode strong on the plains
But now, there's dying ashes and broken pearls
Broken pearls
Broken pearls.....
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Once, they rode strong on the plains
Before conquistadors bent their will.
Strained their backs, cracked their whips
Made them wear strange hides and speak strange tongues.
Refrain:
But when the time is right
To turn the tide
But not without great loss
To turn the tide!
Part II:
Come again, oh strong one
Strengthen your will, stand tall
Remember the Lost Ones and the glory!
Restore freedom in your heart
Replenish well your table, love the earth
Ride free again and tell your story!
Pick up your arrow, shoot it straight (x2)
Forced to swallow all the shame
And leave dying ashes and broken pearls
So once, they rode strong on the plains
But now, there's dying ashes and broken pearls
Broken pearls
Broken pearls.....
Just a few words on mental decolonising.....maybe.
Modern take on the Pocahontas tale.
