From place to place

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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