I stand on the reservation, no reperation I can grasp/
It takes education and preparation/
To cause the seperation of Shaitaan's(Satan) evil/
Possessed by the spirit of the Eagle/
As I soar quaint/
Above the Earth garbbed in Buffalo skins and war
paint/
We stand around the fire/
Chanting in unison like a spiritual choir/
Delving into the spirit world and elevating higher/
Watching the Shaman performing his common dance/
Falling into the peyote trance/
And reciting the chants of our tribes/
The night is alive and active with the Medicine Man's
magic vibe/
I thrive as the moon smiles down and the stars
shimmer/
Behind the faint glimmer as the sky grows dimmer/
The Inner Minds Energy(TIME) passes into the Unknown/
My behavior connected to Nature until the sun shone/
As a new dawn exploded, my bow was drawn and loaded/
I fired it into a cloak of mystery and our scope of
history/
Is revealed when the Indian Psalm is quoted/
Inspired by: My Indian Spirituality
