thick cloud steam rising hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
around me buffalo robe sage in bundle rub 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 Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse white men dream
a rattle in the old man's sack 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
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
PG - Security - San Jacinto
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