Spirit Song

Spirits of a thousand years
Find their rest in a maiden's tears
Of joy and peace ~ their ancient place
Speaks of a gentler time and race

A princess born to know their ways
Walks these fields where worlds decay
Where brothers fought to keep the land
Their native will to understand

Distant smoke of the mornings rise
To dry the tears of a maiden's eyes
Where sacred fathers met to pray
And tribal truths were washed away

A hallowed land no more exists
Yet fragrant in their haunting mist
When spirit songs assault the night
And hope is lost in white man's light

The maiden sleeps with warrior souls
Though lost their ways, their blood still flows
And in the stillest night they roam
To find again their rightful home

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