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The Creed (MD.45)

From the dust of which I came To dust I return again From my mother I am torn With my brothers off the war We escape before the dawn Try to outrun the sun Take my own life in my hands Fearing God but never man Take my ancient hand, look me in the eye Looking past the lines soon you'll see as I You are young if you want you could be old if you try I can show you how to live but you can't show me how to die As the sun stalks the sky I am not afraid to die My ear upon the ground For the ironhorse's sound Encircle glowing rocks One by one each chieftain talks Tales of yore and bravest deeds Coveting their warrior creed My hands will bridge the distance of beginning to the end The time for learning ceases it was all wasted and spent From witch doctor to shaman, Kachina doll to chief The spirit knows what ails you, you beg for its relief All that I know, all that I say, my heart beats and my pulse drums Out tribal rhythms pounding through the sky