Word Rock - An Indian Ballad
The Trees spoke quietly to me today
They said there's a great storm headed your way
I went to the wise old owl to ask about this
For I was afraid of all I might miss
He shook his head and grandly spread his wings
but not before saying, "My child, look to your dreams"
He said to lay my head on a dark, stone, cold rock
And dream my dreams that will help me unlock
Dream dreams of opportunities just for the taking
After that you will feel a great earth shaking
Things had to change and now it was up to me
But there was one more that I needed to see
I went to Word Rock my Cherokee child
For my dream was haunting and not very mild
Don't be afraid of the storm that comes your way
For the great spirit showed me; there will be no dismay
I'll speak to the storm, the wind and the rain
But it's all up to you and your Indian name
Use your strength and your mind to make sense of it all
Leave the past behind and you will not fall!
Go forth, Word Rock, go forth!
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