Indian Soul

There’s an Indian in myself
There’s a power that comes from nature
There’s freedom that explode from a body
A free body that needs to run, ride, hide, and hunt
There’s a wild who needs to meet the wild
Where, when and how?
Hunt soul hunt my soul, run on a horse through the spirit of the wind
Blow, blow the whisper of God
To make my freedom come and save me,
Save my wild from the quiet woman who insists to settle down
Come, come the bird, fire the soul, cry the soul and make confort to the wild to be free
Moicans, Sioux, Navajos

Priscila Lima