Indian and Pirate

the spirit’s cold
as it comes to a hold
and it makes with its dues
or it does what its told
the spirit’s calm
in the arms of your mom
she sings you a hymn
you hum her along

the spirit’s here
to look for its name
i’ll answer your eyes
with the cold plate of fame
the spirit goes
as the spirit is prone
and if yours has gone
I’d rather not know

the spirit’s mine
and its yours and its finding
that we are all people of the unwinding
revolution, around the sun
the children are waiting
the people have come
the spirit’s quiet
with age and with time
indian and pirate
we all come alive
in the shade of the sun
the people have come
i am the children
and you are our fun

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