My Heart Bleeds

Native tongue I speak, only the earth and sky speak back

The feathered friend, my eagle soars overhead, with widen wings

The the cliff be high, the valleys low, the wind is my keeper when she blows

I can feel my heart beat, and it bleeds with the sorrow of my soul mates

That have since gone away, into the darkness, into the cactus dust they lay

Where my great grandfather once walked and my great grandmother wove

The blankets we covered ourselves while we would sleep, and now I have nothing left

Except the memory of my life as a brave, now my skin has shed all burdens

They are in spirit with the rest, as my heart bleeds, I still stand proud upon a cliff

My chin high, my spear I shake, as I chant to the forests, and cry out the echoes

Of my red open wounds that have healed over time, as I find myself fading away