Child Come Home!

A song of remembering, the ancients sing,
across the land, their voices ring,
calling, to their children there,
touch the earth, the sky, the wind
you will find, my prayer within.

So long ago, the knowledge was suppressed,
hidden away, laid to rest,
kept by so few, but treasured well,
passed along, in stories told,
secrets of, the days of old.

Tales of the misty past,
the beginnings, of human kind,
helped along, by the true first Peoples,
four legs, plants, finned, and feathered,
wise teachers, who shared their lessons.

For every child, who sat to listen,
laughter, tears, and love was given,
it all started, with Creator
filled with caring, and wanting to share it,
oh,woe, the human had no understanding.

In every land, there was beginning,
people there, connected to an earthly ribbon,
no fear, of reaching out in prayer,
of reveling, in every wonder,
or the honest love, in the kinship circle.

Now, those children every where
hear their names, whispered in the air,
calling you, to come home,
back to the places, you belong,
how your ancestors mourn, you do not know, where you belong.

Watch the eyes, of your brother man,
leave his color, from your mind,
see the yearning, of his heart,
and know, he does not know, just where to start,
as he stumbles, in the dark.

Torn away, from his true roots,
lost, and lonely, in this big world,
searching far, and near, reaching out, to shadows dancing,
just beyond his fingers reaching
can you not hear, his spirit wailing?

So much pain, and so much trouble,
but you can not take, what is not your own,
my way is not for you,
it is not unkindness, but compassion, that I feel,
but you must listen, if you would heal.

From where, my friend does your spirit hail,
from what plane, beyond the veil,
the sands, soil, and stones, of your homelands call,
and only there, will you find it all,
only there, will lift the pall.

You grasp, at this, and that,
trying to find, that perfect fit,
then, when you have it in your hands,
it turns to dust, it was not yours,
and still, you hear that distant voice, that sultry call.

Like the sirens, of the seas,
whispered torture, in your veins,
pulling you, in a million pieces
never resting, for your spirit,
calling, calling, child come home!

granny
we "cry" freedom,when in truth we beg for chains