It wasn't supposed to hurt this bad.
Staring down at bleeding wrists
didn't even hurt this bad.
I was an eagle once.
I watched the Indians...
They made straw baskets for their babies.
I Smiled because they were happy.
As once was I.
But then the White Men Came.
They began to kill them all away.
I cried.
I watched all this from above,
and I turned into a Dove.
To bring Peace into their souls,
The ones who traveled the Red road,
And the white ones who
had Hearts so cold.
~
I fled the Red war,
And I found my way to the Sea.
And there I dove,
I was now a Merman fair,
With Medals and Shells of admiration,
and golden hair.
I learned the dolphins songs,
and I swam with them,
for a time untold.
~
The Future became now,
and the pollution freezes my soul.
It grew so cold,
My Heart became Black and Gold.
I couldn't even breath anymore,
So I came up for Air.
I coughed, and still I believe,
This was not meant to be.
~
Questions Haunt me by all who I've blamed.
I still feel this way.
Even after all this time.
I am pained, and I know not why.
But it is awfully tragic to see.
There is nowhere left to flee...
For my eternal soul.
~
Then you stole away my Heart,
and left me all alone.
This wasn't supposed to hurt this bad.
Staring down at bleeding wrists
didn't even hurt this bad.
~By Shawn M.J. Mann & Heather Engen~
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