I hear you, I hear your voices.
Your cry’s of fear, screams of pain
A people gone, never forgotten.
You are here,
though I stand alone.
Evening mists roll in
enveloping me in a cold damp shroud of
Around me winds howl,
screaming the torments and injustices of days gone.
I hear you, I hear your voices echoing in the winds of time,
over and over again.
Telling me of your sorrows
whispering to me of your shame.
For no one listened then ,
No one heard your voices,
I hear you in the cry of the soaring eagle
calling out your names
In the winding rolling rivers.
I see your souls
lost in the har that rolls in off the sea,
It was not so very long ago we were free
I hear your voice.
I heard you , I heard your voices the day I stood upon a high hill
and let the land give up her secrets to me.
I see your spirits returning on their homeward journey.
If I close my eyes and breath , just breath
I can feel the heaviness in my lungs,
the air is not sweet here, it is putrid with the smell of death,
This land is not clean, it runs in blood,
Rotting flesh lies beneath the sod
So many, so many.
I heard you I heard your voices.
History has told it’s tale,
You are not forgotten.
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