Jun 17th 2009 Santo Daime
Yesterday I cried buckets from a well that had long been dry
Thanks to Santo Daime and the people standing by
I cried for the little boy who stuffed it all inside
And I cried for the little ones with nowhere to run or hide
For too long it seemed I may never release the pain
Until I met Santo Daime and the tears fell down like rain
I cried for my family, one by one and collectively
And I cried for humanity, brothers and sisters yearning to be free
I cried for Mother Earth, for her plants and for her trees
And I cried for my country, from sea to shining sea
For too long it seemed I may never release the pain
Until I met Santo Daime and the tears fell down like rain
© Joshua Mapp Weiss 2007
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