Treasures Lost
Hold my pipes
Hold my feathers
With this i'm trusting you
With our greatest treasures
One to pass among each other
Maybe talk about peace
Maybe talk about our lands
Not disturbing our deceased
One to fan the flames of progress
Put back the fire in our souls
Fan the flames of the future
Free of all controls
Now they control our treasures
It's time we strung our bows
Take back our pipes and feathers
Take back the lands we know
PALLANES
Copyright © Marc Pallanes | Year Posted 2018
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