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  • To Give My Heart
  • Our DJ - Clay
  • September 11th
  • The Last Stand
  • The Chief
  • Sadness of Indians
  • Little Bear
  • Indian Boy Thunderbird
  • My Thoughts
  • Who Am I
  • Coldheart
  • Though you are far away
  • Angry Storm
  • The Ghost in the Attic Room
  • I gave you my Heart
  • My Life
  • The Old Indian Man and his Granddaughter
  • Little Jenny Two Strings
  • Lost Love
  • Who Are You
  • Thunderbird
  • The Hobo's
  • What's It Like In Heaven
  • The Powerful One
  • The Old One in a Cave
  • Waiting
  • I've Changed
  • The Voice of Mother Earth
  • A Dream
  • My Twin
  • My Papa Bear
  • The Two of Us
  • Alone
  • Suffering of Children
  • Saddness of our Creator
  • The Old Indian Shaman
  • An Unknown Warrior
  • Grey Cloud
  • All Those Years Ago
  • Emptyness
  • Full of Tears
  • In a Shell
  • My Aching Heart
  • Other Side of the Rainbow
  • Over the Rainbow
  • This Side of the Rainbow
  • Troubled Spirit
  • You Know
  • Valentines
  • Be My Valentine
  • Thinking
  • One Day
  • Walking
  • Valentine Dreamer
  • A Single Rose
  • A Dozen Pink Roses
  • To
  • Tears
  • The Flower
  • To Love
  • One Lonely Red Rose
  • Yellow Roses
  • Keep Me Waiting
  • Mountains
  • Rainbow
  • You and I
  • Oh Little Angels
  • The Kiss
  • Teardrops
  • Tell Me
  • Passing
  • Our Lord
  • The Frisky Lot
  • The Frisky Lot - Part 2
  • Weeping Willow
  • Love Hurts
  • Giggles
  • Where Has Papa Bear Gone
  • Ice Rose
  • I See Your Face
  • Missing You
  • Pot of Gold
  • Loving You
  • Walking on Water
  • Luck of the Irish
  • My Indian Angel
  • Suffering
  • I Can See
  • Brave One's of War
  • Saying Goodbye
  • In Frisky Chat
  • My Indian Angel Friend
  • Moan

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    COLDHEART

    By Moon
    Nov 18, 2005

    YOU'RE ONE OF A KIND
    AND YOU'RE THE BEST,
    THE TIME THEN CAME
    FOR YOU TO REST,
    YOUR SMILING FACE
    I'LL ALWAYS KEEP
    YOU ARE NOT GONE
    YOU FELL ALSEEP,
    YOU ARE MY FRIEND
    WE'LL MEET AGAIN
    NO MORE SUFFEREING
    AND NO MORE PAIN,
    I SEE A RAINBOW
    WAY UP HIGH
    RIDE THOSE CLOUDS
    THAT'S PASSING BY,
    I AM SO SAD
    WE HAD TO PART
    I ALWAYS CALLED YOU
    MY BEATING HEART
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    THOUGH YOU ARE FAR AWAY        BY MOON

    THOUGH YOUíRE FAR AWAY
    WEíLL WALK HAND IN HAND
    I CAN SEE ALL THIS
    IN MY DREAM LIKE LAND,

    KISSING ME SOFTLY
    OR WHISPER A WORD
    THE WIND BLOWING LIGHTLY
    NO BIRDS CAN BE HEARD,

    THOUGH YOUíRE FAR AWAY
    IíM THINKING OF YOU
    AND ALL OF THE THINGS
    THAT WE BOTH CAN DO,

    DANCE IN THE MOONLIGHT
    OR SINGING A SONG
    WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER
    OUR LOVE WILL  BE STRONG,

    THOUGH YOUíRE FAR AWAY
    IN MY DREAM YOU ARE NEAR
    I KNOW ITíS NOT REAL
    BUT THE DREAM IS SO CLEAR,

    I OPEN MY EYES
    BUT YOU ARE NOWHERE
    BUT DEEP IN MY HEART
    YOUíLL ALWAYS BE THERE.
     
     

    THE GHOST IN THE ATTIC-ROOM - BY MOON

    THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRL IN THE ATTIC ROOM
    WHO DIED ALL ALONE UP THERE
    IN A VERY OLD HOUES AT THE TOP OF THE HILL
    SURROUNDED BY TREEíS SO BARE,

    SHE WAS ONLY FIVE WITH NO FOOD OR DRINK
    NO ONE KNEW SHE THOUGHT NO ONE CARED
    A CENTRY AGO SHE WAS STARVED TO DEATH
    SHE CALLED OUT BUT NO ONE HAD HEARD,

    YEARS AFTER SHE DIED PEOPLE FOUND OUT
    HER UNCLE DID A TERIBLE CRUEL THING
    LOCKING HER UP AT THE TOP OF THE HOUSE
    ALL THROUGH WINTER, SUMMER AND SPRING,

    HER UNCLE GREW OLD CONFESED TO THE CRIME
    THREW THE PIECEíS ALL OVER THE PLACE
    ďCOSĒ AFTER SHE DIED HE CHOPPED HER UP
    OF HER BODY THERE WAS NO TRACE,

    A CENTRY WENT BY THE HOUSE FALLING DOWN
    THE GRASS GROWING TALLER AND VERY WILD
    OF HER BODY NO ONE FOUND THE SMALL GIRL
    THE EARTH COVERED ALL TRACE OF THE CHILD,

    HER SPIRIT STILL HAUNTING THE OLD ATTIC ROOM
    PEOPLE HEAR HER CRY OUT IN THE NIGHT
    NO CHILDREN WILL PLAY OR GO NEAR THE HOUSE
    SHE WANTS HELP AND CRIES OUT IN FRIGHT,

    THE MEN HAD COME DIGGING AROUND THE OLD FIELD
    FOUND OLD SKELETON BONES ALL ALONE 
    THEY FOUND THE BODY SCATTERED HERE AND THERE
    STILL LYING WHERE THEY WERE ONCE THROWN,

    THEY HEARD THE STORY ABOUT THE YOUNG CHILD
    SO THEY TOOK ALL THE BONES OF SHE
    THEY BURIED HER BODY IN A GRAVE OF HER OWN
    NOW THE GHOST OF THE CHILD IS NOW FREE.
     
     


     

    I GAVE YOU MY HEART. by Moon

    I GAVE YOU MY HEART
    FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU
    I THEN REALIZED
    YOU LOVED ME TOO,

    I GAVE YOU MY HEART
    I BECAME YOUR WIFE
    IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH
    FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE,

    I GAVE YOU MY HEART
    EVERY NIGHT AND ALL DAY
    BUT THEN CAME THE TIME
    WHEN YOU WENT AWAY,

    I GAVE YOU MY HEART
    IíVE CRIED MANY TEARS
    IíVE KNOWN YOU HARRY
    FOR TWENTY FIVE YEARS,

    I GAVE YOU MY HEART
    IN HEAVEN FOREVER
    OUR LOVE IS SO STRONG
    IT HAS KEPT US TOGETHER.
     
     

    MY LIFE - by Moon

    I LOOK UP AT MY MOTHER
    TEARS ROLLING DOWN HER FACE
    SOON SHE WILL BE LEAVING ME
    NO ONE CAN TAKE HER PLACE,

    WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT HER
    MY FATHER HAS LONG GONE
    THE TRIBE IS ALL ROUND US
    THE CHIEF AND THE OLD ONE,

    MY MOTHER  SAID SHE LOVED ME
    BUT WHY LEAVE ME BEHIND
    I LOOK UP AT THE OLD MAN
    WHO SAID HEíS NEARLY BLIND,

    I KNOW HEíS MY GRANDFATHER
    HEíS TAUGHT ME OH SO WELL
    BUT I KNOW HE IS DYING
    HE KNOWS THAT I CAN TELL,

    THE TRIBE HAS STUCK TOGETHER
    AS WE ALL HELP EACH OTHER
    NOW IíM LOSING GRANDFATHER
    JUST LIKE I LOST MY MOTHER,

    IíM LOOKING AT MY GRANDCHILD
    I LOVE WITH THIS OLD HEART
    I TOLD HER IíLL BE LEAVING
    AND THAT WEíD HAVE PART.
     
     

    THE OLD INDIAN MAN & HIS GRANDDAUGHTER - by Moon

    THE OLD INDIAN MAN AND HIS GRANDDAUGHTER
    WERE WALKING ALONG HAND IN HAND
    THE OLD ONE WAS LIMPING QUITE BADLY
    FROM A WAR WHEN HE FOUGHT WITH HIS BAND,

    AS A YOUNG MAN HE WAS DYING
    AN OLD MEDICINE MAN SAVED HIS LIFE
    THEN HE FELL IN LOVE WITH THE DAUGHTER
    HE ASK HER WOULD SHE BE HIS WIFE,

    THREE SONS WERE BORN TO THE COUPLE
    THEY GREW UP AND TWO OF THEM HAD  A BOY
    THE THIRD ONE WHO WAS THE YOUNGEST
    HAD A GIRL THE OLD ONE WAS FULL OF JOY,

    THE OLD ONE AND HIS YOUNG GRANDDAUGHTER
    BETWEEN THEM THEY HAD THIS BOND
    THE OLD WOMAN HAD LONG PAST OVER
    WATCHING THEM FROM THE GREAT BEYOND,

    THE YOUNG GIRL HAD MAGICAL POWERS
    BUT SHE LOVED HER GRANDFATHER SO
    WITHOUT HIM SHE KNEW SHE WAS DYING
    WHEN HE DIED SHE COULDNíT  LET GO,

    SHE DIDNíT WANT HIM TO LEAVE HER
    IT LEFT HER WITH A YOUNG BROKEN HEART
    THE MAGIC SHE HAD COULDNíT SAVE HIM
    NOW SHEíS WITH HIM AND THEYíLL NEVER PART.
     
     

    LITTLE JENNY TWO STRINGS - by Moon

    MOTHER, ASK JENNY TWO STRINGS
    I AM OLDER AND I SEE
    BOTH OF MY YOUNGER SISTERS
    ARE SO DIFFERENT FROM ME,

    SHE LOOKED UP AT MOTHER
    SAID I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU
    I AM BROWN WITH BLOND HAIR
    THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO,

    MY DAUGHTER SAID HER MOTHER
    I CANNOT PUT THINGS RIGHT
    THEIR FATHER IS AN INDIAN MAN
    BUT YOUR FATHER IS WHITE,

    THE YEARS WENT BY SO QUICKLY
    AND THEN CHANGE EVERYTHING
    LISTENING TO HER OWN DAUGHTER
    AS SHE BEGAN TO SING,

    THEN TROUGH EACH GENERATION
    CHANGING HERE AND THERE
    BUT THROUGH EACH GENERATION
    ONE CHILD WOULD HAVE BLOND HAIR.
     

    LOST LOVE - by Moon

    A YOUNG INDIAN WOMAN
    LOVED HER INDIAN MAN
    CANíT MEET ANY MORE
    WHENEVER THEY CAN,

    HAD TO MARRY HIS BROTHER
    BUT SHE MISSED WHITE SNOW
    DIDNíT LOVE HIS BROTHER
    AND SHE TOLD HIM SO,

    THE YEARS PASSED BY
    AND NOW SHE IS OLD
    WENT TO SEE WHITE SNOW
    HE HAD TO BE TOLD,

    SHE SAID I AM DYING
    MY SON SILENT ONE
    NOW I HAVE TO TELL YOU
    THAT HE IS YOUR SON,

    HE LOOKED AT THE WOMAN
    TOO SHOCKED WAS HE
    SAID  WHY KEEP THIS SECRET
    FOR YEARS FROM ME,

    SHE SAID HE CANíT TALK
    I AM GOING ABOVE
    BUT ALWAYS REMEMBER
    ITíS YOU THAT I LOVE.
     
     

    WHO ARE YOU ?  by Moon 

    I know youíre an Indian as Iíve been told
    But no one said if were young or old,

    In a lonely grave thatís deep and far
    It got me wondering who you really are,

    Thereís a beautiful wolf standing by  my side
    But from itís eyes tears begin to slide,

    Now this beautiful wolfís disappeared and gone
    Standing  at your grave Iím the only one,

    I wonder if the wolf is the spirit of you
    Because I saw that  he was crying too,

    But how did you die as no one will say
    Were you hunting or fighting on that day,

    Did the white eyes shoot you in the head
    Were you badly wounded and left for dead,

    Your braves were killed and tribes torn apart
    The young and old ones it broke their heart,

    Your braves were put in a hole in the ground
    As the white eyes didnít want stay around,

    Were you an old Warrior or a very young brave
    Who had long ago gone to your lonely  grave.
     
     

    THUNDERBIRD - by Moon

    IíM FLYING HIGH
    AS I AM FREE
    NO WHERE ELSE
    IíD RATHER BE,

    I FLAP MY WINGS
    THEN LOOK BELOW
    THE ANIMALS KNOW
    WHERE TO GO,

    I AM QUITE LARGE
    AND ALSO STRONG
    I HEAR THE INDIANS
    SING THEIR SONG,

    I LOVE FLYING
    HIGH IN THE SKY
    I SEE BLOW HOW
    THING PASS BY,

    THERE ARE BEAVERS
    BEARS AND MOLES
    I AM NOW CARVED
    UPON THE POLES,

    AS I FLY PASS
    MY VOICE IS HEARD
    I AM OF CAUSE
    THE THUNDERBIRD.
     
     

    THE HOBOíS - by Moon

    No matter where you go you meet 
    Hoboís living on the street,

    Some just walk from day to day
    Because they choose to live that way,

    Otherís had nothing left to give
    They didnít want that way to live,

    Lost their jobís nothing left to do
    Cannot keep warm like me and you,

    No fault of theirs lost their home
    Some have no shelter and die alone,

    Lost everything and now they know
    The streets the only place to go,

    Stay out of the way of a storm
    Sleep anywhere to keep warm,

    Sit on benches drinking ale
    Some look so ill and very pale,

    Clothes they have turned to rags
    What they have left are in their bags,

    Some walk for miles in all seasons
    Some live that way for their own reasons,

    Nothing left of this poem Iíve told
    Only some poor hobo die in the cold.
     
     

    WHAT  IS IT LIKE  IN HEAVEN - by Moon 

    WHAT IS IT LIKE, IN HEAVEN
    DO YOU LAUGH, AND JOKE AND CHEER
    DO YOU  DO, THE THINGíS LIKE WE DO
    IS IT JUST THE SAME, AS DOWN HERE,

    WHAT IS IT LIKE, IN HEAVEN
    PEOPLE SAY, THERE IS NO PAIN
    BUT LOVE , AND THEREíS FORGIVENESS
    IS THERE SUNSHINE, AND  DOSE IT RAIN,

    WHAT IS IT LIKE, IN HEAVEN
    ARE YOU WARM, OR ARE YOU COLD
    WHEN YOUR SPIRIT, LEFT YOUR BODY
    YOU LOOKED NEITHER, YOUNG OR OLD,

    WHAT IS IT LIKE, IN HEAVEN
    CAN YOU HEAR, MY  THOUGHTíS ABOUT YOU
    IS IT YOU, THAT HELPíS ME DARLING
    WHEN I DONíT KNOW ,WHAT  TO DO,

    WHAT IS IT LIKE, IN HEAVEN
    CAN YOU SEE ME, WHEN I CRY
    DO YOU SIT, AND THINK ABOUT ME
    AS  I COUNT DAYíS, GOING BY,

    WHAT IS IT LIKE IN HEAVEN
    ARE YOU AS HAPPY, AS CAN BE
    AND WHILE YOUíRE UP THERE, WAITING
    SAVE THAT SPECIAL PLACE, FOR ME,

    WHAT IS IT LIKE, IN HEAVEN
    WHERE YOUR SPIRIT FORM, WILL ROAM
    WHEN  MY TIME COMEíS, TO JOIN YOU
    YOUíLL KNOW, IíM COMING HOME.
     
     

    THE POWERFUL ONE - by Moon

    AN OLD INDIAN WOMAN
    WHO LIVES BY THE CAVE
    STOOD WATCHING THE CHILDREN
    AND ALL OF THE BRAVES,

    SHE KNOWS ABOUT MAGIC
    AND HOW TO CHANGE SHAPE
    SHE CAN SEE THE FUTURE
    SHE KNOWS PEOPLES FAITH,

    THIS POWERFUL OLD WOMAN
    ONE MINUTE SHEíS THERE
    THEN SHEíLL DISAPPEAR
    RIGHT INTO THIN AIR,

    SHEíLL GO AND SHEíLL COME
    WITHOUT MAKING A SOUND
    SHE KNOWS EVERY HERBíS
    GROWING IN THE GROUND,

    THE INDIANíS CAN HEAR HER
    WHEN SHE SINGS HER SONG
    SHEíS NOT YOUNG OR OLD
    BUT SHE IS VERY STRONG,

    NONE OF THE TRIBEíS
    KNOW WHERE SHE IS FROM
    BUT THEY SEEM TO KNOW
    SHEíS THE POWERFUL ONE.
     
     

    THE OLD ONE IN THE CAVE - by Moon

    A OLD INDIAN WOMAN
    LIVED ALL ALONE
    SHE LIKED IT BEST
    BEING ON HER OWN,

    HER DAUGHTER MARRIED
    HER SON IS A BRAVE
    HER LOVING HUSBAND
    HAD GONE TO HIS GRAVE,

    SHE CAN CHANGE
    WHENEVER SHE WISH
    A FEW CHILDREN
    CALL HER A WITCH,

    DEEP DOWN INSIDE
    SHE IS SO MILD
    CHANGED INTO A HORSE
    RAN OFF TO THE WILD,

    EVERY ONE SAW HER
    BUT NOW AND AGAIN
    OUT IN THE SUN
    OR THE POURING RAIN,

    SHE IS THE OLD ONE
    A LIFE SHE WILL SAVE
    BUT LIVING ALONE
    IN HER COLD CAVE.
     
     

    WAITING - by Moon

    IíM HIGH UP IN THE MOUNTAINS
    I  STAND LOOKING AT THE SKY
    I CAN SEE THE RAINBOW
    AND CLOUDS ARE PASSING BY,

    WATCHING MY TWO BROTHERS
    AND MY YOUNG SISTER TOO
    LAUGHING AT OUR MOTHER
    TEACHING THEM WHAT TO DO,

    IíM WATCHING ALL THE PEOPLE
    WALK UPON THE GROUND
    HEAR THE CHILDREN CALLING
    AS THEY RUN ALL AROUND,

    BUT I AM NOT THE OLDEST
    AND SOMETIMES I AM GLAD
    WAITING FOR THE THUNDERBIRD
    WHO IS OF COURSE, MY DAD
     
     

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    IíVE CHANGED.- by Moon

    I KNOW IíVE CHANGE
    SINCE YOUíRE GONE
    I FEEL SO SAD
    MUST CARRY ON,

    NO ONEíS TO BLAME
    YOUíRE HERE
    RUNS DOWN MY CHEEK
    A LONELY TEAR,

    THIS UN-HAPPINESS
    I CANíT  FIGHT
    THE LONELY DAYS
    OR SILENT NIGHT,

    HOW I MISS YOU
    SINCE YOU DIED
    THEREíS MANY A TEAR
    I HAVE CRIED,

    I LOVED YOU HARRY
    SO VERY MUCH
    I MISS YOUR LAUGHTER
    YOUR TENDER TOUCH,

    WORLD FULL OF SADNESS
    THAT IS INSIDE
    ALL THE QUIETNESS
    I CANíT ABIDE,

    AND ALL THAT PAIN
    YOU WENT THROUGH
    AND THERE WAS NOTHING
    I COULD DO,

    I KEEP YOUR FACE
    IN MY HEART
    ITíS NOT YOUR FAULT
    WE HAD TO PART.
     
     

    THE VOICE OF MOTHER EARTH - by Moon

    There was peace above and around me
    I could hear the children play
    The aroma of flowers I sent out
    At night time as well as the day,

    But peace and quiet was broken
    People running all over the place
    The smell of burning branches
    The rubbish all over my face,

    My beautiful grass was so green
    Dew drops sparkled so bright
    My body is looking so old now
    So I watch the stars at night,

    Iím crying out loud in such pain
    My body is dug up and torn
    Green grass once covered me nicely
    Like a dress a woman has worn,

    My treeís are being up-rooted
    Is this what  I am now worth
    Iím hurting why canít you hear me
    The voice of your  Mother Earth.
     
     

    A DREAM - by Moon

    I HAD A DREAM
    BUT NOW ITíS
    THE DREAM I HAD
    COULD NOT GO ON,

    THE CLOUDS GOES BY
    FLOATS FAR AWAY
    I WONDER IF
    WEíD MEET ONE DAY,

    OVER THE MOUNTAINS
    AND MANY A MILE
    I PICTUER YOU
    I SEE YOUR SMILE,

    MY DREAM IS BROKEN
    WEíRE FAR APART
    AS SOMEONE ELSE
    HAS STOLE YOUR HEART.
     
     

    MY TWIN - by Moon 

    OH LITTLE BEAR
    I AM SO THIN
    WHERE ARE YOU
    I HURT WITHIN,

    I AM WORRIED
    ON THIS DAY
    IíVE BEEN SINCE
    YOU WENT AWAY,

    IíM MISSING YOU
    YOUíRE NOT HERE
    I FEEL THAT YOUíRE
    NO LONGER NEAR,

    MY HEART IS BROKE
    THE CLOUDS ABOVE
    YOU RAN AWAY
    FROM THOSE YOU LOVE,

    PLEASE COME BACK
    JUST LET ME KNOW
    YOUíLL FOLLOW ME
    WHERE I WILL GO,

    WEíRE INDIAN TWINS
    AND TWO OF A KIND
    I KNOW THAT YOU
    CAN READ MY MIND.
     
     

    THE TWO OF US - by Moon

    SINCE WEíVE BEEN BORN
    THE TWO OF US HERE
    MY YOUNG INDIAN FRIEND
    HAS NOTHING TO FEAR,

    WE RUN TOGETHER
    WE ARE SO BOLD
    THE BOND WE HAVE
    STAYS WHEN WEíRE OLD,

    HIS NAME IS SHORT BOW
    A STRONG NAME OF CAUSE
    THE NAME THAT I HAVE
    IS YOUNG DARK HORSE,

    WEíRE ALWAYS TOGETHER
    EACH PASSING WEEK
    NOW HEíS PASSED AWAY
    HIS HEART GREW WEAK,

    NOW WEíRE RE-UNITED
    SHORT BOW AND ME
    GO WHERE WE WANT TO
    STRONG SPIRITS ARE WE.
     
     

    BY MOON

    MY PAPA BEAR

    LOVED YOU SINCE I FIRST SAW YOU
    AND THAT WAS FROM THE START
    IíVE ONLY GOT A PHOTOGRAPH
    OF HE WHO STOLE MY HEART,

    THOUGH WE CANíT BE TOGETHER
    BECAUSE YOUíRE FAR AWAY
    BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL YOU
    I THINK OF YOU EVERY DAY,

    ONE DAY WE WILL BE WALKING
    ALONG THAT SANDY BEACH
    BUT JUST FOR NOW MY PAPA BEAR
    YOU ARE OUT OF REACH,

    WEíLL LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER
    OH LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE
    CAN PAPA BEAR AND MYSELF
    REALLY FALL IN LOVE.
     
     

    THE TWO OF US - BY MOON

    SINCE WEíVE BEEN BORN
    THE TWO OF US HERE
    MY YOUNG INDIAN FRIEND
    HAS NOTHING TO FEAR,

    WE RUN TOGETHER
    WE ARE SO BOLD
    THE BOND WE HAVE
    STAYS WHEN WEíRE OLD,

    HIS NAME IS SHORT BOW
    A STRONG NAME OF CAUSE
    THE NAME THAT I HAVE
    IS YOUNG DARK HORSE,

    WEíRE ALWAYS TOGETHER
    EACH PASSING WEEK
    NOW HEíS PASSED AWAY
    HIS HEART GREW WEAK,

    NOW WEíRE RE-UNITED
    SHORT BOW AND ME
    GO WHERE WE WANT TO
    STRONG SPIRITS ARE WE.
     
     

    ALONE
    By Moon

    EVERY NIGHT, IíM ON MY OWN
    I SIT ALONE AND CRY
    I POT AROUND, MY LITTLE HOUSE
    AS THE DAYS GO BY,

    DEEP IN MY MIND, I THINK OF YOU
    THE TEAR DROPíS, HIT THE FLOOR
    I TALK TO YOU, THE HURT IS THERE
    I MISS YOU MORE, AND MORE,

    EVERY DAY, YOUíRE IN MY THOUGHTS
    THE HURTíS, STILL IN MY HEART
    SOMETIMES I FEEL, I CANíT GO ON
    ITS RIPPING ME APART,

    I HAVE OUR FAMILYíS, AND OUR FRIENDS
    I LISTEN ON THE PHONE
    WANT YOU TO KNOW, YOU WERE MY LIFE
    NOW I FEEL ALL ALONE,

    I TALK TO YOU, AS THOUGH YOUíRE HERE
    DEEP DOWN MY LOVE, YOUíLL KNOW
    THOUGH YOU ARE IN, THE SPIRIT WORLD
    ITS HARD TO LET YOU GO,

    EACH MORNING, I GET OUT OF BED
    NOT KNOWING WHAT, TO DO
    REMEMBER IN YOUR SPIRIT HEART
    THE ONE I LOVE,  IS YOU.
     
     

    SUFFERING OF CHILDREN
    By Moon

    THERES CHILDREN SUFFERING, EVERYWHERE
    THOSE WITH CANCER, LOSING THEIR HAIR,

    SOME ARE BLIND, AND SOME CANíT HEAR
    SOME CHILDREN FEEL, THERES NOTHING HERE,

    SOME HAVE LOST, THEIR MOM OR DAD
    THESE LITTLE CHILDRE, LONELY AND SAD,

    THERE ARE SOME CHILDREN, BEING ABUSED
    THEIR LITTLE BODIES, ARE BEING USED,

    EACH CHILD IS SUFFERING, IN THEIR OWN WAY
    EACH ONE IS SEEKING, HELP EACH DAY,

    THESE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN, WHO WANTS TO LIVE
    THEYíVE SUCH A LOT, OF LOVE TO GIVE,

    THEIR LITTLE LIVES, ARE PASSING BY
    PLEASE THEM ALL, DONíT LET THEM DIE.
     
     

    SADNESS OF OUR CREATOR
    by Moon

    OUR CREATOR IS WATCHING
    US FROM THE BLUE SKY
    A TEAR DROP GLISTENED
    FROM  EACH OF HIS EYE,

    WHITE MEN GOT GREEDY
    THINGS HAVE GONE WRONG
    THERE IS NO LAUGHTER
    AND NO HAPPY SONG,

    GONE ARE THE TIMES
    OF THOSE HAPPY DAYS
    HE SEEíS THE ERRORS
    SOME WHITE MANS WAYS,

    WATCHING HIS PEOPLE
    THE OLD LOOKING FRAIL
    WITHOUT ANY REASON
    INDIANS ARE IN JAIL,

    BUT SEEING HIS PEOPLE
    UP TO THIS VERY DAY
    WHITE ARE HELPING
    IN ANY OLD WAY,

    HEíS AMONGST HIS PEOPLE
    BUT JUST FOR A WHILE
    AS HE WALKS AROUND
    ON HIS FACE THEREíS A SMILE.
     
     

    THE OLD INDIAN SHAMAN
    by Moon

    LIVING IN THE WOODS
    IS A VERY OLD MAN
    STILL HELPING HIS PEOPLE
    ALL THAT HE CAN,

    HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGE
    SINCE HE WAS A BOY
    NOW THEREíS ONLY SORROW
    ďCOSĒ THERE IS NO JOY,

    COLLECTING HIS HERBS
    THOUGHTS IN HIS MIND
    PICKING FLOWERS
    OF ANY KIND,

    HEALING THE WOUNDED
    THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME
    THESE LITTLE CHILDREN
    DO NOT PLAY THEIR GAME,

    FOR A MOMENT, HEíS HAPPY
    AS A BABY IS BORN
    YOUNG WARRIORíS FIGHTING
    HIS  THOUGHTíS ARE TORN,

    HEíS TEACHING THE YOUNG BOYíS
    ALL THAT HE CAN
    HEíS VERY WELL KNOW
    AS THE INDIAN SHAMAN.
     
     

    AN UNKNOWN WARRIOR
    by Moon

    MANY YEARS AGO
    A YOUNG INDIAN BOY
    OUT WITTED WHITE EYES
    HEART FUL OF JOY,

    THEY CHASED HIM AROUND
    HE RAN BEHIND THE TREEíS
    HEíS FASTER THAN A TIGER
    FLEW PASS LIKE THE BEEíS,

    RAN TO MOUNTAINS
    SPEED HE DINíT LACK
    RAN AROUND THE WHITE EYES
    THROUGH THE WOODS AND BACK,

    FOUND A TRIBE IN TROUBLE
    SPOILT THE WHITE EYES DAY
    CREPT I NTO THE CAMP
    AND TOOK THE TRIBE AWAY,

    HE WENT ON TO HELP OTHERíS
    SUCH COURAGE HE HAD SHOWN
    HELPING THOSE HE COULD
    BUT HE REMAINED UNKNOWN.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Saying Goodbye
    By Moon
    25-4-06

    Saying goodbye
    Is so hard to do
    Itís someone you know
    Or so close to you,

    Saying goodbye
    Can only brings tears
    Youíve know that person
    For so many years,

    Saying goodbye
    As they go above
    It  hurts you so much
    They filled us with love,

    Saying goodbye
    >From us they must part
    Our two special friends
    Is dude and cold heart.

    (He had a warm heart)
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     


     

    My Indian Angel Friend
    by Moon - 1-5-06
     
     

    I know my Indian angel
    Is very close to me
    But she can be just anywhere
    Wherever she may be,

    Although I cannot see her
    I know that sheís not far
    Oh my Indian angel friend
    I donít know who you are,

    I know when I am troubled
    she is always there
    As her wings may take her
    All most everywhere,

    she's here when I need her
    Right up to the end
    she is my guardian angel
    My Indian angel friend.