Indians

Ride a horse that's cleaving through the air and space of dreams travelling through time

All alone

I pray where am

I ? Who am

I ? And that old man trust in me

His words are running now because we have lost all guides you're extended now to a world of light you're not the one you think you are since you were born you're only love

On a mount

I'm standing now and it's coming over me that

I'm not here,

I am on another plane humping around, hit myself

I returned inside of me tears sliding down my face [I die again]

And the horse is leaving me running out of space running out of reach you're not the one you think you are since you were born an

Indian tribe