Rite Of Passage

Rite Of Passage _______________ I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O' cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the painted Northern Flora and gaze through Savanna's eyes