The spirits of my people

Those ghosts will come after you
And chase you’re shadow
Those ghosts will haunt you
And haunt you’re shadow in the living world
The spirit world will protect you now
You are of the living
You are at one with you being
You walk that path your’e people once had
In your’e hands you hold their history
Like ripples through the rivers of olden times
Those whispers of olden tongues
Speak to you in this world
They call out your name
And ask you to take their names, as you’re own
A place where only the living can go
this is what they ask from you
this is what you owe those spirits
who give rise and power to you're name

I talk to the spirits through the trees of the dead
The trees in the winds, that give life to death
The fallen do speak to me, in that native tongue
Those spirits guide me home
They take my being to where it belongs
Down the paths, where my people walked before me
I walk in their footsteps, I take their spirits on with me
I carry that line of my people, straight back to the beginning
Were I see them walk proud
Were they see me walk prouder for them
I talk to the spirit through the sound of the wind
Those trees of life, speak through them onto me
I hear them in the wind of passing time
Their voices reveal wise words, from the old rising of my people
All the way back to my peoples beginning
They speak and say ”you are that beginning”
Through the wind, I hear those spirits coming like a thunder in a furious rain
Those spirits guide me to my peoples resting place
Where their spirits are remains that of the living
Those voices call my name
They call out the names of my ancestors
I am wiser for those beginnings
I am stronger for their courage
these are lines of my people all the way back to the beginning
my peoples line will never end
because i am that line through the spirits of my people