A lone brave can never rest
in the remains of his motherland,
hearing forefathers, their last words the legacy as they died
forced to walk many a mile.
He Hears, from every wind
and sees all the trees as his
destiny, even when drained of red blood
stains, He stands in the majestic remains...
of wisdom from his past
whispering to him to never forget
that harmony produces courage,
heritage, comes from within.
Every grass, mineral, rock
is rediscovered
as Spirits call to him
from the past.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
A lone brave can never rest
in the remains of his motherland,
hearing forefathers, their last words the legacy as they died
forced to walk many a mile.
He Hears, from every wind
and sees all the trees as his
destiny, even when drained of red blood
stains, He stands in the majestic remains...
of wisdom from his past
whispering to him to never forget
that harmony produces courage,
heritage, comes from within.
Every grass, mineral, rock
is rediscovered
as Spirits call to him
from the past.
