Perhaps a Past Life

I feel such an affinity for the earth For rivers, mountains and wild things At times I feel I've been here before, Before the angst the modern world brings Was I a maiden, with long black hair Who lived beside the great waters Did I follow the buffalo, the people's path Perhaps I was a warrior's daughter In my dreams I hear the beat of the drum And the smell of the campfire comes to me Yet in the light of day I pause to wonder If it was just a dream, or perhaps a memory