I've always known her face to have a smile
I've always known her life to have a style.
When I reflect every once in a while
to what it would be like to know what she knows
see the world through her eyes stumbling strong and slow.
She wants to round up all the young ones
and let them know she's here.
Her bones are sick she knows she hasn't long
because they're gunning down her story and
her song.
'you're a silly boy but your mine, you're my
favorite one of the five.
And the voices of all lost and found
are the memories of all who came before and came
before and came before us all. We shall repeat.
Hear me G-d I'm tired my heart is sad
and from where the sun stands now I'll fight
no more forever.
And the voices of all are never lost forever
they're remembered by the faces and the places
floating high above us all.
apologies to chief Joseph
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