by D.O. Foreman

Created on: March 06, 2009

We've run

From the last stand

We've flown

From the sacred land

By the hand of the blue eyed band

Wounded world by the knee

I can hear the screaming

Last grasp of breath, I'm reaching

Winter has covered the sun

Sweet trails of light leaving

The sound of their guns

Shot through the heart, frozen in time

Snow has fallen and covered my eyes

My life lies bleeding

As the soldiers ride by

The wind stands grieving

With the souls of my tribe

Burn my body and bury my heart

Where my family fell

The songs are over

No stories left to tell

Scatter the ashes

We'll never survive on our knees

Gather the horses, the world is wounded

The wind stands ready to leave

So scatter the ashes

Over the Earth and trees

Gather the horses

The wind stands ready for me

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