in my head again
I find myself in my head again
me and I telling stories to out do the other
looking to the hills the water the land
knowing others must have been where I stand
survival of the fittest I ask is that you
tribes protected the land for their moment upon Earth
becoming one to the wind sun moon
I present these thoughts because me insists
wanting his ancestors to come and persist
my time is coming like the new day
knowing the endless cycle I ask my prayers for they
hoping there spirits still exists beyond the way
the strength of those who were before
guiding my steps forevermore
through trials and triumphs they paved the path
their wisdom enduring like an ancient bath
as the sun rises heralding a new dawn
I carry their legacy never to be withdrawn
for in the stillness of my inner realm
I navigate the thoughts that overwhelm
finding strength in the ancestral helm
their legacy a steady calm
so as I stand upon this land
with reverence I innerstand
the cycle of life the shifting sand
a tribute to the spirits hand in hand
my prayers reach out to the stars
hoping their light heals the scars
in the endless sky near and far
I seek their presence a guiding star
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