Echo

Which scars are my own

And which are those of my ancestors

Which pain is from the past

Which is from this time on earth

Which is an echo of an ache of my kin

Which is an echo of my kin

Which is an echo of an ache of my kin

Of my kin

Of my ancestors

Which conversation with creation

Is me speaking

And which is me reciting ancient

Poetry sketched into my bones

Which is an echo of an ache of my kin

Which is an echo of my kin

Which is an echo of an ache of my kin

Of my kin

Of my ancestors

These gifts have been passed down to me

By the ones who came before

So many different spirits and stories

Converging into the river of my soul

Which is an echo of an ache of my kin

Which is an echo of my kin

Which is an echo of an ache of my kin

Of my kin

Of my ancestors