they told me I was free
(let me be anything/everything
I ever wanted to be)
Ran wild
& nothing could kill me
(magic like CrazyHorse)
& it all comes back to me now
Yes I Am...
(Magic Like Crazy Horse)
And I cannot be killed in Battle
(the eagle flies with me)
(and I have touched your face
with hands of light
entered your spirit with a passion so bright
only the shadows of your past remain)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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