Indian Princess
Sitting on the bed she watches over meHolding my hand when the lightning strikes at night
telling me everything is going to be alright
Her hair is long, braided and black.
Her skin is wrinkling and she likes to keep me safe at night
Indian princess is what she says
Reminding me of a long journey ahead
She rubs my hair and pats my hand
and keeps me safe when the monsters try to pass
With her in sight I feel safe at night
Sitting by my bed she tells my mom I am o.k.
That the doctors will find out my test the next day
The slide I took was a fun ride
To bad I didn't make it to the bottom side
The boy who pushed me will be punished tonight
Indian princess puts her hand on my head
and makes the bump disappear again
She tells me tomorrow I can go home
And she will be there to keep me warm
Years have come and gone
though I haven't seen her since I was small
I know that she is always there
Ghostly figure I know I will see her one day
My Indian princess, my ancestor and me.
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