The Last Paw Print

Where the wild animal travels, he leaves his print to follow

Nature has a wonderful power of life, it breathes and scents the truth

The culture of our being, the beginning of time, it follows the the shadows

It knows the seasons and the weather, for it can live beyond compare from human

Mankind has been his friend, and the native of our blood is the same, it wants a family

It wants to breed and see the world, live off the land, feed our children and make our mark

We may not bark, like the wild wolf in the mountains, but we are the same in our feet

We leave our print, the destiny of our being, our fossil of our life, the bones of our remains

Live in the soil which we have been fed, the plants and fruits from the trees, the meat from the waters, and the forests

Be with us until we pass, and we collide with the wind, the tornado storms whirl takes us and we are gone

Only with song in our hearts, the beat of the drums from our forefathers, and the feathers from the eagle

Lay with us, in the hilltops, where we end our life, the boulders of the cliffs fall unto our flesh

We bleed with the flames of fire, that soon come upon us from the lightening of sky on fire

And the last paw print will remain in the sands of the oceans and the mounds of agony we have embedded in our souls

Will imprint the Apocalypse of a new future without sin