7 Generations

I hear the angels calling for you
Their trumpets blowing in a fog of blue
No rhyme or reason lends a meaning or a clue
For those who's sorrows come unglued

Seven generations holds the promise of the truth
Told by the words of Crazy Horse
On that hill he saw destruction
And a pact thats ripped and torn
Buried in the land where he was born

They say that Buddha practiced Dharma in the park
A quite place for deer to run free in the dark
Your spirit joins them as you search for higher ground
Your memory lingers in the freedom the you found

Seven generations holds the promise of the truth
Told through the words of Crazy Horse
On that hill he saw destruction
And a pact thats ripped and torn
Buried in the land where he was born

All love has a fire
All love has a flame
All dreams have and ending
When our spirits fade away

I hear the angels calling for you
Their trumpets blowing in a fog of blue
No rhyme or reason lends a meaning or a clue
For those who's sorrows come unglued



Credits
Writer(s): Scot Sier
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