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Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire |
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Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - rub on skin |
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Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun |
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Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun |
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Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart |
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It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life |
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Medicine man lead me up through town - Indian ground - so far down |
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Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water wings - drink in cool |
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Follow dry river bed - watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs |
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Past Geronimo's disco - Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse - white men dream |
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A rattle in the old man's sack - look at mountain top - keep climbing up |
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Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow |
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I hold the line - the line of strength that pulls me through the fear |
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San Jacinto - I hold the line |
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San Jacinto - the poison bite and darkness take my sight - I hold the line |
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And the tears roll down my swollen cheek - think I'm losing it - getting weaker |
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I hold the line - I hold the line |
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San Jacinto - yellow eagle flies down from the sun - from the sun |
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We will walk - on the land |
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We will breathe - of the air |
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We will drink - from the stream |
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We will live - hold the line |
