Through travels in the night, we escape to a place through the gateways of life, not
always built with hardened hearts of strife. We pray and dance for everlasting hope, that my people always have
the beauty of hope.To seek the things that are a value to all, my trible people always stand tall, walking with the
true pride, not really angry at all. Though, are tears may seem long, standing like the bear wishing a song,
a bow streaming with love as an arrow gliding to a refreshing fall, nourishing me as we believe that it will always
bring new thoughts, praying seeds to ponder in a lily pad stream guiding our way always having rushing waters I
welcome my way.
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