Cherokee

To find our place where we thrive for life
Where the waters bathe our souls where the sun warms our...

Take me to a place far far away where we travel by horse
Where we see the tops of the mountains...

The tail of a red fox scurries behind a giant pin oak tree
The hills are alive with the sound of...

Burnt umber is the color of the clay
Red orange the color of the fire flames
Dusty charcoal...

The fires flames tell a story of many
Many decades ago the native spirit would call to the sky...

...Love Might Or Might Not Be Another Form To
Keep You Distracted,

But Love Is The Weapon To...

The feel of the wind as the mane of the horse dances with it
High into the mountains I see below me...

What drives a man to his destiny across a valley the countryside
That his forefathers lived and died...

In the late of summers end the grasshopper jumps higher
For the fields of grass and crops begin...

Crawling under the dark of soil trying to wiggle its way out
where fossils buried decades have...

Where have the people gone that were buried here in this grave site
Have they been taken away by...

Blank memories inside me, where I continue to forget
The torment from the past, why my native blood...

A journey of a thousand steps begins with the very first step
When the seed of life grows into...

Cries from the wolf through timbers of the moonlights night
For the tribal dance of the dead now we...

Touching time between my hands
The measure of life and death gives way
In the energy of our...

As the wind blows in the valley of death
Where many lay beneath the rock and clay
My love for...

His people are his vision, family his life, his women his passion
Like the sky of clear blue aqua...