I see the visions
of indian braves
dancing round the fire
calling their ancestors down
...
Someone once told me
What an uncle did to
his nephew
...
One moment in time
so beautifully different
it blew my mind
...
Faraway voices
like distant Indian drums
footsteps and heartbeats
all rolled into one
...
A single blade of grass
Is it dead
Is it living
Is it breathing
...
Strangled by the system
in a world of them and us
the rich
the poor
...
It was a time gone by
a time with no goodbye
but I left you
in the sand and the wind
...
In the heart
of an angel
lies the truth
In the heart
...