Native Tongue
The Wilderness of Manitoba
One day the axe just fell, driving me to hell
And back from where I came
Will never look the same way
Twice without a thought
The lies always caught
Just once it spread without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
A native tongue will speak words it will never seek
From a book of poems; connected minds will always know them all
The mind will roam, swim in streams, crawl under stones and still, without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
One day the axe just fell, driving me to hell
And back from where I came
Will never look the same way
Twice without a thought
The lies always caught
Just once it spread without a clue
Down the river bank from me to you
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