SMOKE ON THE WIND
TALKING
In my sleep I sometimes utter words when awake I don’t understand. I do know, however, that they are from a time and place when peace was a way of life throughout this land.
Black, Red, Yellow or White – all lived in harmony, and knew they were loved.
Although I don’t understand the words of my sleepy language, I dream of the day when we will all awake and know Peace and Love throughout the land.
(from “Rhythm of the Drum”)
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