again and again she calls me this wilderness within urging me onward be here make a path where the sound of ancestors speaks a language heard beyond the grave this earth I stand on belongs to the many dead treasure I find here is all gift tender solace holding back the future the dead that will not let us forget late ones and even further back the ancients dreaming achieving they will not let us forget time is aboriginal eternal they carry us back take us through the sacred portal that we may come again then again into the always present
