AND WHERE SHALL I LOOK ,NOW THAT THE FOUR WINDS ARE SCATTERED.
SCATTERED AS THE TRIBES OF THE ONCE GREAT NATIONS
OUR FORGOTTEN BROTHERS AND
SISTERS,ON THE WIND,THE ANCIENT ONES DO CRY
AND WHERE SHALL I LOOK
FOR THE EYES THAT ONCE SHONE AS BRIGHT AS THE SKY ON
THE OPEN PLAIN NOW CAST DOWN,EMPTY AND BLACK, LIKE THE EMBERS OF SOME
FORGOTTEN FIRE AND
WHERE SHALL I LOOK
FOR SPIRIT THAT ONCE SOARED AS GREAT AS THE EAGLE ON THE WING,NOW LIES
BATTERED AND BROKEN AS IF BY EXISTENCE ITS LIFE MUST BE SUBDUED
AND WHERE SHALL I LOOK
FOR PRIDE ONCE AS GRAND AS THE THUNDER OF
HOOFS ON THE ON THE OPEN PRAIRIE NOW GONE,RAPED AND PILAGED, BEATEN INTO
SUBMISSION AND WHERE SHALL I LOOK
FOR THE LIGHT DOES FADE
THE FIRES THAT GUIDE
GROW DIM DARKNESS
APPROACHES AND I KNOW NOT MY WAY HOME

 
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