The elders shall pray
My desired haunted trails, my soul feels warmth
I seek the refuge in colors and hues
In reality my spiritual fires aspire each orb
With my feathered one, secluded wills
The elders shall pray
My soul with you in thy house of divine,
epitaph, candles in peace fills the auara
Drums of shaman beat in unison , trees rivers paths
Heavens arms feeling so real, each spirits at last
Holding each soul closes still, rivets Odin lands so elate
The elders shall pray
My silenced soul, wolf voice, a white rose fell
Be with each flute in native ancestral, novice
Agnate soul, feeling each Cherokee rose
Following each dreams catchers prose
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