We'll become roots
cement ourselves within the trees
raise our lives
and charge
charge through valles, through our dreams
charge through our wyhole life
leading up to one plung
Leave justice behind
leave liberty aside
dont cower
let the arrows shower
feast on the flesh of our enemy
our lives are in this land
at this place
without here
we have no spirit
push me through the mountains
push me through the plains
push me through the valleys
of my broken dreams
push till the pacific
and off the edge we fly
dignity held in our hands
no time left
new home means no home
All to Pacific.
10-17-10
No comments:
Post a Comment