Their spirit lives inside
though invisible on the surface
I feel a warrior- all pride and honor
keep a stoic gaze on the mountain above
as water falls and great men shout-
chests ripped open by buffalo skull-
but never give these stalwart men
from which my blood flows
albeit a trickle
I feel a kinship with them
as life hangs me by buffalo skull-
I bellow to the wind
but never surrender.
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