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Four Crows
Four Crows
In mist of morning, the warm winds blowing
The grey sky above me, yet the sun wants to clear it
The stink of disappointment lingers in my spirit...
I have much to say, but no one to hear it
My heart still heavy, but I know it will pass
This isn't the first time and it won't be the last
I rather suffer in silence, than share another feeling
Who truly listens, to who are we appealing?
As the smoke from my tobacco reaches the sky
The medicine crows come and fly by
One at a time over my head
Then forming the circle of the yellow, black, white and red
Sitting in silence as my prayers commence
Looking out at each direction that they represent
"The creator hears you, and knows your heart
He has sent us crows, to do are part
To let you know that you are quite sane, and the life that you live
is not lived in vein
