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Stones That Shine
Author: ShyHeart

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The half-breed maiden, held her baby in her arms
Looked into the tiny eyes, saw their light growing dim
The white man had medicine that could bring back, the light
She mounted her paint horse, with her baby in her arms

She rode into the white man's village, the paint rose up, nostrils flared
Drove his ftont hooves into the ground, this is an un-clean place
As she slid down from the paint, the white men stared at her deer-skin dress
Thought of her as the dirt beneath her feet, why is she here, with a child

She tied the paint to the rail in front of the general store, as she walked with her
Child, she could feel the evil eyes of souls that never loved the earth or the
Heart, of their own souls, she cried inside, my child's eyes will regain their light
From such a place as this, truly, I bring my child into the spirit world

The clerk, with a shout, asks why are you here, she says, I need the white man's
Medicine, for my child. The clerk just smiles at the maiden, doesn't even see,
The child, she holds in her arms, close to her breasts, asks, how will you pay
He smiles as he asks, how will you pay for the medicine, that gives the light?

The maiden says, I know the white man loves, Stones That Shine, more than his
Own soul, from a deer-skin pouch, she lets all the Stones That Shine, roll across
The counter, the clerk's eyes open up so wide, its been a long time since Gold,
The Stones That Shine have been upon his counter top, he smiles, gives the

Maiden, the medicine, that will bring back the light to her child's eyes
She, unties the paint, and with her child and the medicine she leaves
This un-clean place and her child's eyes get back the light that had dimmed
In her village, all rejoice, that a child's life could be save by Stones That Shine

Soon, the maiden hears, the people in the white man's village have gone insane
Killing each other for something called a claim, they try to own the mother's
Heart in search of the Stones That Shine. The maiden cries for all who die, as
The white man searches for what she has, in her arms, eyes that have the light

The white man works with picks and shouvles, turns the sweetness of the stream
Into a mess of mud and each other's blood, what they seek is free, they work so hard
For nothing but a dream. If they would only ask, I would tell them where I
Found the Stones That Shine. I went to my knees, and the Great Spirit gave me

Stones That Shine

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Terrie* (66.81.138.30) -- Friday, February 17 2006, 10:13 pm

one Indian Princess and her White Warrior

you capture every heart through your spiritual awareness of my tribe ,Guerro, your heart's soul know's how something so spiritual as this means to this Native Rose ..Words of a true Warrior "Brown Wolf"
 
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