The Indian Saw His Vision The White Bufflo,They All See Waiting for The Answers If You Believe You Can Take A Peak The Medicine Man Dranked A Liquid He Is Walking Toward The Gate The Whole Tribe Will Partake Bloody Rhymes Of Distant Times I Wont Be Satisfied Untile You Are Mine The Tribe Dance Around The Fire Bring The Soul Together Ever So Higher The Medicine Man Walks Through The Gate..At Evening Sake And To This Day..That Tribe Awaits Him And His Wisdom
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 02:49:46 +0000