| A Visitor Grandfather, please, won't you come in, And sit with me today? Grandfather, can you tell me why, My friend has gone away? Oh yes, I know, I have a smudge, Of spruce, mixed with some pine, And yes, I know, mullien is best, But that I could not find. Grandfather, was I ever bad, In my life so long ago? That I am being punished still, The kind that doesn't show? Yes, Grandfather, I'm always good, And do the things you say. But I don't know why it doesn't help, My friend still went away. Grandfather, yes, please let me see, What you brought to show this time. I will look close, and try real hard, The meanings I will find. If I did everything I should do, Why do I feel so bad? It is not fair that I still lost, The ony friend I had. Yes, I know there is a reason, For what I bear on earth. But sometimes I still wonder, If my life still has some worth. I know, Grandfather, you must go, I enjoyed our talk, it's true. But I just hope that someday soon, You will take me home... with you. Written by Poca 5/25/02 |
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| music: Native Visions |
