Walking, dragging, pain, BLEEDING.
Today I stood up from my bed,
Gravel, grout, and stone.
Sharp pains running through my head,
Everyday dying, I'm closer to death,
Then I'll join mother and father on their eternal bed.
Tears burn the wind worn skin stretched taught across my face,
I'll never understand this place,
And oh the selfish white man race?
Burying our dead.