Native Americans
we are one spirit in love we led...a child dreaming in our beds...casting cares upon a flight...to overcome a childs fright...catching spirit, holding tight...giving all for spirits sight...to see within the endless need of hungry children we do feed...with words unbound, in worlds made new...we are one spirit loving true...
on his knees tells me truth...sets me free to be as brave as I can be...with joyful care, tranquility...an elders faith for youthful trust...remembers when times come again...times come again so stories told...renew the hopes of one grown old...in one grown up to him I give my many thanks...he tied the knots of circumstance...
grown old with care...within my heart you still sit there...with patience kept...with time to share...the gift of song sung long aware...you braid the flowers in my hair...a gift of love for me to share...with little smiles, lovely days, promises kept...fully many ways promises kept...overflowing praise this song I sing...still, every day...
Father Spirit
proud yet true a son I bear...lives on in you...yet there is one who lives in me...he is the wind, he runs so free...my heart he keeps, within to test...my love he seeks to find the best. father spirit speak in me...if love be kept, to cry as we...do seek to find a son in me...for him I wait yet while I wean, the child seeks the life I dream...in freedom still...for love unseen...with bondage kept in love so free...father spirit so sweet he dreams...
I ask you why you speak forever...just a sigh upon my breast...a daughter dies, yet here am I...here am I with tears made new...I cannot cry...mother spirit still you sigh...tell me of my fathers face...the look of him who bore disgrace...to bury me with prideful care...then cast my spirit to the air...tell me mother I am there...tell me mother love is fair...
lost now found...learning to walk on sacred ground...forgive me brother for these steps...my time it seems has not come yet...teach me well the way to grow...into a woman proud to show...the love of one who loves the sun...though shadows, bear me on your drum...the heart in me has yet to run...into the western setting sun...yet you are with me, we are one...so as you grow I too will run...
see how my honor is not my own...I am tonight, a flower in bloom...in the circle, in the shadows of a cloudless day, the stars in my eyes shine forever as I dance...I am proud, warrior of love...lovely and dark, yet shining beautifully in the circle of life...I would honor your spirit...yet we share it, we bear it, each in our own way...mother love each to the other...children learning, still, this is my brother...as the circle becomes a trusting lover...
for want of words, for want of bliss...in need of burns fears none of this...the world still turns...the light still shines...the longing hopes of all entwined...untied the knot in my mind...forever now, forever find...the lover spirit lives in time...frees me still to keep my kind...to keep a moment then unwind...begin again this dance of mine...begin forever every time...
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