When we broke free on the road across the country
wall drugs awaited us
we meet sitting bull in a black and white lithograph
we framed him and placed him upon the new living room wall
today I visit him
asking him if he knew than what he knows now
we are done and broken and no longer intwined
'sitting bull answer me i say' as i lay across the lounge chair in the empty room
'did you know?'
sitting bull from wall drugs will you guide me with the trail lines that are forever creased in the face on the lithograph
will the feather in your band show me the wise ways of the eagle?
will your hands strong and sinewy teach me how to work well ?
can i hold my head high and shoulders straight, like the warrior you are?
did you know i was marrying custer or did you choose to remain quiet already tired from having all taken away and trying to save a spirit innocent and naive as to who was in her living room
in wall drugs that day, could you not have whisphered to me to leave and take flight to find my trail and head due south away from the barren life i would live with a man who knew not what it takes to have a warrior heart
sitting bull, sitting bull now i visit you daily in my living room
will you stay with me and hold me still keep me peaceful as i explore this new landscape of middle years and old age alone, will you keep my feet on the trail
I intend to visit with you daily as I do my god and I shall sit with you in silence and hope that we can forgive those who have betrayed us while we keep the memories of high times and rushing streams in our minds
sitting bull be my friend even if i did buy you in lithograph form for ten bucks at WALL DRUGS...