TRIBAL TEARS
by tymm^
08.04.92
Across the painted desert
In the heat of a summer sky
There are ghost of a thousand Indians
Listen close and you'll hear them cry
White men drove them away
White men stole their pride
Burned their tepees, their bows and arrows
And worst of all killed their tribes
Tribal tears, whisper in the desert
Tribal tears, across rivers and streams
Tribal tears, echo through the canyons
Tribal tears, can you hear them scream
Across the painted desert
In the mist of a summer night
There's a tribe of a thousand Indians
Dancing circles by the campfire light
Tribal tears
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