Exceptional Freestyle Broken Promises by Delahay

Should I stand on feet of clay and ask Do you believe in me Do I fill your needs Would you breathe for me Do you doubt my deeds Would you bleed for me Would you see for me Would you lie for me Would you die for me Is this a dream where reality hides Will you bring flowers for my grave As time goes will this feeling stay Will you be there when the cold wind blows Will you be waiting at the end of the road Does the ghost of yesterday visit your dreams Will you hear my dream after I'm not seen When the grass turns from brown to green When the birds return and the cicadas sing I lie with the bones of those who fell at Sand Creek Or dropped by the way on the Trail of Tears Last night I heard the dreams sing Calling me home Calling me home Two Heads told me of Sitting Bull's dream Walking Bear came to me in a dream in the smoke lodge He said it was a pity the white man did not know the ways Of men, of metal buffaloes They could have killed many Human Beings in their showers of death The white man took our land, killed the buffalo, our women, our old men They gave us blanket crawling with the sickness of their minds Man is man's greatest danger Calling me home Calling me home Recognized Author Notes Meter has taken a vacation on this one. Some Native Americans thought dreams were life and life was a dream. Some Native Americans referred to themselves a Human Beings. In an early instance of biological warfare Native Americans were given blankets contaminated by small pox, a disease that had never existed in America so they had no natural immunity to it.

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