San Jacinto

Thick cloud, steam rising, hissing stone on sweat lodge fire Around me, buffalo roam, sage in bundle, run on skin Outside, cold air, stand, wait for rising sun Red paint, eagle feathers, coyote calling, it has begun Something moving in, I taste it in my mouth and in my heart It feels like dying, slow, letting go of life [?] Medicine man lead me up though town, Indian ground, so far down Cut up land, each house, a pool, kids wearing water wings, drink in cool Follow dry river bed, watch Scouts and Guides make pow-wow signs Past Geronimo's disco, Sittin' Bull steakhouse, white men dream A rattle in the old man's sack, see, look at mountain top, keep climbing up Way above us the desert snow, white wind blow I hold the line, the line of strength that pulls me through the fear San Jacinto, I hold the line San Jacinto, the poison bite and darkness take my sight, I hold the line And the tears roll down my swollen cheek, think I'm losing it, getting weaker I hold the line, I hold the line San Jacinto, yellow eagle flies down from the sun, from the sun We will walk, on the land We will breathe, of the air We will drink, from the stream We will live, hold the line Hold the line Hold the line