Tell Us of the Love
the speak of the ancestors
thats made with their pictographs
from a place called sacred ground
a quiet and haunting place
in a dry dusty canyon
you can hear voices chanting
accompanied by the wind
explaining cryptic symbols
that can solve the mysteries
what a man comes here to do
and that our lives we must lose
this we must give our regards
but what becomes of the love
does it really ever end
maybe love is who we are
just for the giving away
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