A Broken Dream

My heart feels the sense of torn feelings, of wounds from the past

It is in my dreams, it is in my head, and I feel broken inside my mind

As I look into the past, I know my shadow will  find the death of our people

The spirit of the sky, and the song of the wind, keep me in the faith of glory

I can not touch my mother, I can not touch my father, though I can speak to them

In my darkest dream, I see them before me, they are beautiful, they are my blood

And I am their son, I am the Cherokee of a nation, not forgotten, not passed away

But, believing in the sensitivity of a universe that shall have no end, it shall come again

A broken dream, a feeling of the ghost of the mountains, where our horses hide

And, now I find my fathers spear, the feathers of the eagles dangle from the neck

I shall ride upon the blue of the horizon, and mark the territory of our life

Once lived, once died, and twice, we shall rise, in the valleys of our creator

In the vast of the moon, where the hawk, shall come to swallow, the demon in the night

I once, was a brave, now I am a man, of pure pride, and my veins, shall know no other

A broken dream, now mends inside, and I shall conquer, my quest for my future

And we shall rise, once again