Sky Dancer

I walk with these spirits, I dance with the wolf,
I hunt like the bear.
This life I live shall never roam of these white lands.

I look towards the heavens, the eagle flies with visions
of blood shead.
Down on one knee I seek my place of where I belong.

I shall not give into these evil spirits, I am the warrior
of my tribe.
I stand on this land, I shall not move til the spirits soar
above.

Quiet one talk to me, show this vision I seek upon you,
show yourself through these eyes within.
I am not the eagle, I am not the bear, I shall never be
the wolf of its own pack.

I am trapped within my own, for I seek you of this life
I'm in.
I am Sky Dancer of my own self, not of the white lands
I shall never roam into.
Spirits come within myself, help me seek my vision
I soar, I am your warrior of this land I stand.



Poetry by wbluerose02
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Written on 2005-10-26 at 06:24

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