Another Day

Looking through another’s eyes,
Journey back through mists of time.
Chanting tribesmen round the fire.
The golden sun rises higher, higher.
Wild horses, beating with your heart.
White wolf still roaming in the dark.
Gold and blue rays of light
Where spirits join and hold us tight.
Watching children as time passes by,
Paths to follow, mountains to climb.
Never forget the ancient ways,
You could lose yourself in a modern haze.
Never forget the ancient ways,
You could find yourself
In Mother Nature’s maze.