More of You

Time moves so slowly,
there is more I want to do.
 Who am I really,
if I do not serve you?


My soul is stirred by the sound of the wind;
a chill runs through my spine.
I  wait for your voice to fill my mind.
I long to feel your spirit once again.

Destinee

Laughter fills the air
the breeze rolls on by
This time is ours to share
I'm most happy when I see your eyes

Your soft, brown hair tickles my cheek
as we roll around on the grass
Surrounded by all the Willow trees,
we secretly hope for this moment to last.

The sun begins to set
I hug you close to me
this moment we will never forget
it is ours for eternity

I love you, my sweet "fate"
You're forever in my heart
If I'd one wish to make,
it'd be that we never two shall part

Indigenous

Indigenous

I belong on this land.
N ative born, it is all I know.
D isplacement brought much sorrow.
I ran away, hidden away in the tall grass.
G enocide can only strip away so much DNA.
E nding the lives of so many, for what cause?
N ever forget the true agriculturists of this land
O ppression stripped the human rights of my ancestors
U nity was never an option.
S ubjagation is never the answer.