as sun roes true beauty was in it, yet as it set it wasn't spent.
"we will enjoy, thrive on this spot" they said. "it will go to our children and our grandchildren's head"
then they sung songs of there home back east, they sung songs at there feasts.
they destroyed the bushes and planted corn, that then withered form the suns scorn.
yes they traveled behind some herds... that a fact, they withstood engines attack.
there was dust and sweat for years, women prayed there was tears.
