A Lost HeritageWe are the echoes of lonely spirits
Nothing more than whispers in the wind
We are a lost heritage
Never to be heard again
We are the peace and harmony of the land
A familiar sound too sweet to last
We wanted visions of a future
But we are only shadows of the past
Gliding through the mist
Of a forgotten time
We ride the wind
Our souls to find
© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon
