The grass is cold
so is the rain.
Holding faith
to keep the plains.
Then comes the desert
Hotter than ever
Cactus grows
Vultures fly
I just want to fall
But I promised someone
I Won't Die
I will not be the food
I will become a root
A Great Beginning
Like The Pando(Tree)
My grandma cried
When I was young
Told me to keep walking
"Don't Look Back At Me"
I continued to walk
My knees ached with pain
Thinking I Would Return
To My Home Plains
When I Returned
To The Spot Where She Stopped
Growing Through Her Bones
The Cherokee Rose!
so is the rain.
Holding faith
to keep the plains.
Then comes the desert
Hotter than ever
Cactus grows
Vultures fly
I just want to fall
But I promised someone
I Won't Die
I will not be the food
I will become a root
A Great Beginning
Like The Pando(Tree)
My grandma cried
When I was young
Told me to keep walking
"Don't Look Back At Me"
I continued to walk
My knees ached with pain
Thinking I Would Return
To My Home Plains
When I Returned
To The Spot Where She Stopped
Growing Through Her Bones
The Cherokee Rose!
