Peyote

Far out, in my mind. Soften the harshness inside. See the rainbows coming down, As we sit by the fireside, We sit, transfixed, as our roots Touch the earth. We sit, picking out thoughts That disturb Me. Tears are pouring down my face I will forgive, But never forget. Try to forgive you So I will be saved again But I laugh and laugh Until the next phase Thought I heard a buffalo, Rising in the bushes, ready to go. See the birds flying over and into my head. Not a thought was kept, Cos we were not Not going to bed. She said, All things must come to an end. The only thing with 2 ends is a sausage. So we laughed, and cried And looked in to each others eyes Sisters and mothers and brothers and fathers Again.