pioneers
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Wagon rocking
Nobody talking
On the trail
Sun just a dot
But oh, it's hot
On the trail
We're all worn
Our calico torn
On the trail
We need some water
Sometimes,
i lose hope.
sometimes the pressure is too much
sometimes
the memes are too dank for me
for my family
for my community
for us all
so i must share them
BUT!
Water drips from rigid ringers,From their faces, from their hair.Mud secretes between their toes andWind drives sand into their eyes.Splinters digging, hands are bleeding,Slipping on the wooden rods.
My ancestors came across the plains
to pursue a life where they could worship
This they did all for me
so I might not have to live as they
