The spirits gather, our ancestors were real.
Walking amongst us, guiding us home.
I did not come here, I was put here.
I am happy to stay, within my place.
Keep me wise and strong.
My eyes see sunsets of red and purple and all the beauty.
There is a song in everything.
I will come to you with a straight eye.
Where can I find you Grandmother?
I know you have come to me for a reason.
But I don't know what I am too do?
So, I wait. For I know when the time is right you will guide me as you give me sight.
I will be there.
I can feel the presence of you and others.
I can feel your numbers.
There are so many.
I need to return home.
To the only place I belong.
Help me find it please.
I feel the pulling and the tugging, telling me I need to go.
Be with my people, since all of my family here are dead to me.
Something must be there waiting for me.
Something that belongs to me.
Perhaps some answers I need.
In the valley of dreams, true love meets.
Re-uniting, to be together at peace.
The strength of who we are binds us together forever.
Passing our lessons along assures us that we are strong.
