The Unfavourable Indian
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
I remember things from long ago
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Where does the darkness go when it leaves you? Sometimes I wonder if it follows just behind your shadow waiting
Mama said he was born with a hard line for a mouth. He was curious as a child but laughter