C

Emotions
we all feel them
we try
we do
so what!
Men are not
supposed to cry
That inner strength
they’ve got

But I cry
My emotions
are my own
Yes I am a man
its true
and I feel rather lonely
Just thinking of you

In the mountains
where the eagle flies
Where the mist hangs in the sky
Where Quicha voices can be heard
Its there I want to die

Its there
I want to
lay my head
on the wild green grass
and I
When the time comes
When I hear the drums
then I will fly