Sarephim's World Of Magick

Two Horses

There was a young Indian brave, Two Horses was his name,
He came from heaven to teach me a sacred game,
In days long gone by, I was his wife,
Now he watches over the days of my life,

He remembers the day I died,
Alone on our furs he cried,
Our unborn babes I took with me,
Grief for the sons he'd never see,

Now in a white womans skin I live,
Filled with love I long to give,
Concern for my dying race,
How many more wear a white face,

Do you have a vague longing,
A feeling of not quite belonging,
Perhaps I'm not the only one,
Who remembers a time long gone,

When we roamed free across the planes,
Migrating south before the rains,
A loving peaceful nation,
Living life as a celebration,

I tell you now we didn't want to fight,
But we had to stand up for what is right,
Isn't it about time we all united,
A billion wrongs could be righted,

Now the stakes are sky high,
And perhaps the end is nigh,
If all the races pulled together,
Then we could all live in peace forever.

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw