Tag Archives: Morning Sun

Blank pages, without a history
Yet they say the past is there
I look at the chapters from the book
And wish, my people are here
With red beads and painted spades
Dancing, singing of their salvation
Jubilating of the approaching times
By their tongues, you shall know
By their eyes you will see
The forgotten memory
The lost story will be rewritten by
The new ones, the great ones
From the earth of life, they shall come
With prophesies foretelling
The great awakening that is to come