if Anna Mae Aquash can be the rain
i can be the breeze
that carries bird songs
to your ear
no more mountains to ascend
no more hills to take a stand
only gentle falling rain’s memory
of soft paws and warm heart
Politics and holy stains
if Anna Mae Aquash can be the rain
i can be the breeze
that carries bird songs
to your ear
no more mountains to ascend
no more hills to take a stand
only gentle falling rain’s memory
of soft paws and warm heart