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  • IN SEARCH OF THE LOST WARRIOR

    I searched for the Warrior as a child, a spirit innocent and free, but broken by people’s reaction to me.

    Your too small, the last one picked when we played ball.

    How come you’re always in the way, don’t do what I do, just what I say.

    Never say how you feel, do anything but be real.

    The way of the church you have to learn, or in hell your going to burn.

    It’s too bad your Dad had to die, be a man and don’t you cry.

    Fit into society they would scream, but in my heart beat a different dream.

    Outside voices conditioned me to fail, but a voice inside said “a Warrior spirit will prevail”.

    I searched for the Warrior as a young man, a spirit filled with pain and frustration, fueled by anger and intoxication.

    I finally believed what they said, the dream inside was almost dead.

    Society had finally won, I became the prodigal son.

    With no dream I lost my sight, all I wanted to do was fight.

    Drugs and alcohol became my way of life, it’s the only way I could cope with the pain and strife.

    In relationships I could not stay, I would always run away.

    In my soul I wanted to die, I no longer had the will to try.

    Then God gave me a sign, it helped me quit the drugs and wine.

    My thoughts had become my jail, but a Warrior’s spirit said “you will prevail”.

    I searched for the Warrior as a man, a spirit scarred but free, made by my reaction to me.

    With the pipe I learned to pray, the spirits guiding me along my way.

    In the ceremonies I began to heal, I slowly began to see what was real.

    To grow I needed all the pain, just like the grass needs the rain.

    Now when people try to use their power and control, I just stop and pray for their soul.

    When in my life love begins to fade, I just remember that soul mates just don’t happen, they are made.

    Not believing in myself was my only sin, that’s all I had to do to win.

    I now live my life by choice, and that is to listen to the Warrior’s voice.

    I no longer believe in the end of the trail, because if you find your Warrior’s spirit, you will prevail.
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