RebelBreed War Chief Supporting our Troops's blog: "Native American Stories!!"

I see through the eyes of the Old Ones
Can't free them from my mind
I'm powerless to help them
My thoughts are lost in time.

My tears wet the ground where
their blood once flowed
And my prayers fill the air where
I still hear their cries
But their love is embedded in my soul
through me their dreams will stay alive

So come, touch the earth
where the Old Ones walked
Be proud of your family name
It was for you they cried
for you they fought
Don't let them die in vain!