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I seen the old ones dancing in the sand
to the beat of a leather drum
dressed in all their finest clothes adorned
with the best feathers , beads and shells

I couldn't understand a word of the song
they sang but in my heart I knew
they were singing praise for the things they had
an the things to come

my pulse matched the beat of the drum
an I began to dance
I closed my eye's an said a prayer
In a language I've never heard before

oh father I ask nothing from you.....
but the strength to carry me on
for I'm trapped in a world that I don't belong
an no one understands

when I opened my eye's again it was all gone
people laugh at me an said
I was crazy in the head it was just
the shimmering heat waves
dancing in the wind
the heat got the best of you
it was all a mirage

what could I say to them
What can I say to you
I won't bother trying to make you believe

but I believe the old ones
still walk the land
they still possess the magic
we've long sense forgotten

An I can still hear an feel
the beat of the drum

~ DD ~