A Mirror To The Past

作詞：Matthew Lien
作曲：Matthew Lien

Held within a sacred place
Antiquity in shades of grace
The lines you carve upon the ground
Are lines within the Elder's face

Something is becoming clear
Everything is ancient here
The rivers flowing 'cross the plains
The hills that over look the same

And you are the wind that blows throughout
You are so hard to sing about
You are the blood within my veins
A mirror to the past remains

Turning back the page of time
The hour-gla*s of arctic sands
Reveals a former common ground
The Great Plains of the southern lands

Dark upon the golden plain
Shadows still recount the view
The nation of the buffalo
The nation of the caribou

The tribes across the southern plains
With weathered eyes and standing tall
Have heard the cries and felt the pain
To see the mighty nations fall

Now blowing through the empty hall
The leaves of summer turned to fall
With Sandhill Cranes a last recall
To wild things that shared it all

And you are the wind that blows without
You are so hard to sing about
You are the blood within my veins
A mirror to the past remains