WOUNDS

If you listen when the rain falls
Softly on the dusty trail
When autumn skies in golden mellow
Smile like waves upon the skin
And the old one sit like mountains
While the women gather wood
Maybe you can sense the sorrow
Living in the Redman’s eyes
Like the last cry of the eagle
When alone he finally dies
Feel the heartbeat of his spirit
Soaring on the western wind
Share the guilt that made him homeless
Shake his hand and call him
..."Friend"

Copyright 2007/Stan Simons ASCAP