heritage

Southern Pride

I'll fly my flag til the day I die, Its not hate, its Southern pride! Show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride.
 
My flag does not see color and it can not hate. It doesnt cast blame or discriminate. So why must you attack it for something it aint?
That southern cross we fly so high, is to honors those who fought and died. 
It shouldnt be something we have to hide and we cant let it be just cast aside.
 
Ill fly my flag til the day i die. Its not hate, its southern pride. Show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride.
 
Now some may say its racist and we hear it on a daily basis. But thats just not what the case is. Yes, its been used like this, but only by people of ignorance. 
That southern cross of red, white and blue was never made to offend you. It stands for something pure and true and To be a reminder of what, We the People, can do.
 
I'll fly my flag til the day i die. Its not hate, its southern pride. Show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride.
 
They say history repeats itself and its happening now across the common wealth. Governments only caring about themself, stealin' and taxin' til we have nothin' left.
We the People are fed up, of being ran by people so corrupt. It's time now to wake up, for our rights We need to stand up and come together and Rise up.
 
Wake up! Stand up! Rise up! Southern Pride!(×3)
 
I'll fly my flag til the day I die. It's not hate, it's Southern Pride. So show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride. Yea, that Sweet Southern Pride!! 
 
 
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Hope you like it ♡

In my head its country/rap type lyrics with country/rock type music. One day I'll put the 3 together and make a YouTube video... maybe lol... Im kinda shy.

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Dance in the Moonlight

The moon hangs above the ground, leaving behind it's silver light
In the Plains I seem them dancing calling my name.
"Come Bright Spirit" They call out to me, "Join us as we remembr days long past"
I hear the cries of women and children, as they sing to The Great Spirits of the Earth.
I hesitate, not knowing if this is real or a dream.
I close my eyes and remember.

I remember of days when life was simple, as the Plains People roamed with the Buffalo.
I remember of the sounds of men and women and small children, talking and laughing.
I can see the village and I can see the people, my people, my ancestors.
They smile at me and I know I am home.
They smile and I know I belong here.

I can see the large bonfire and I can see them dancing around it.
I feel the pulse of the drums and I feel myself moving to the beat.
We move around to the natural beat of the drummers and the voices.
I lose myself in my memories, and I open my eyes.

It was nothing but a dream, but the memories stay alive
We must remember who we are and where we came from.
They will not beforgotten, for they have not been.
They live on in us, and hope for a better future.
So long as we remember, they will never die.
Their voices are echoed through our action.

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I had a dream about my heritage though I don't remember much I do remember waking up crying. I dedicate this poem to my people, The Cherokee Indians and my ancestors, I love you all!