Shaman sitting in a tent with spirits looking to roam Some good just far from home Earth escapes the leading lost in faith walk time each a step in another's mind we a common bond hold separated but one in the sun linger to be a part of the world some can not see Man is the vestige point of life those he will anoint smoke escapes to the universe Man and earth requires new birth In stride he takes all of the will the last mistakes to life cast about nothing here No fear or doubt View is the dream time is part of the universal theme Spirit and man slim bond both understand one of each they coincide truth and pride Will and want voice and count a mystic thrill verge of life common will Walking water in spirit reaching Past to page We skip One Dimension To another in voice Clear with faith Love we share That we are Ever will be A trip from past to present Souls mingle in flight Sacred in view and sound Good mother guides Protects image time Marks the path Soul lights the road Hear the eagle scream The wolf howl Water flows pure Cool each a place Each a time Like the passion escapes To be born again Self is free Still the ghost lives Carries forth Before to come Spirits holding court Love faith and hope Man bends into Point of view Joint passion Walks from past To present To new Powerful medicine Grows in minds In times In truth Closed minds cry we fail to believe What we can not understand Clouds fade mind clear fear lives but water Walks