From the dust of which I came
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To dust I return again
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From my mother I am torn
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With my brothers off the war
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We escape before the dawn
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Try to outrun the sun
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Take my own life in my hands
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Fearing God but never man
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Take my ancient hand, look me in the eye
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Looking past the lines soon you'll see as I
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You are young if you want you could be old if you try
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I can show you how to live but you can't show me how to die
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As the sun stalks the sky
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I am not afraid to die
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My ear upon the ground
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For the ironhorse's sound
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Encircle glowing rocks
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One by one each chieftain talks
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Tales of yore and bravest deeds
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Coveting their warrior creed
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My hands will bridge the distance of beginning to the end
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The time for learning ceases it was all wasted and spent
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From witch doctor to shaman, Kachina doll to chief
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The spirit knows what ails you, you beg for its relief
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All that I know, all that I say, my heart beats and my pulse drums
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Out tribal rhythms pounding through the sky
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The Creed
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| MD.45 |
